Sarah was brushing her hair on my bed this morning, and I asked her how it feels to have such beautiful hair. She said, "Beautiful hair comes with a price. I have to brush these tangles out every morning. And this time I have to use this tiny little travel brush because Dad confiscated my big brush." I asked why he confiscated it, and she said, "I broke a rule. I don't remember which one. I either left it on the counter or left the drawer open that it goes in and then Dad ran into it."