Hair of the dog

So last night, The Boy is sucking on a lollipop in my office and drops it on the floor. He snatches it right up, and pulls off the single stray hair that’s stuck to it.

He hands it to me and says, “Woody.” Damned if it wasn’t, too.

What I wouldn’t give to know what’s going on in that mind of his. He never ceases to amaze me.