One morning, my then-four-year-old son watched me combing my hair. He asked why I was doing it.

I explained, “If I didn’t, my hair would be messy.”

“And we comb my hair too, so it’s not messy. Right, Daddy?”

“Yep. But we comb your hair in a different way.”

“Because all ‘messies’ are not the same?” he asked.

He’s absolutely right. Every ‘messy’ is different. And we each have our own.

So simple. So true.