How Do These Knuckles Taste, Son?

I was out for lunch with my wife when a five-year-old boy knocked on the window of the restaurant and waved to me. Hannah's mom then came into the restaurant to eat. Since he had "initiated contact," I thought I would chat with him a bit.

I had mentioned his curly hair, so he told me, "My hair is getting long. I have to cut it."

"Don't you think my hair is getting long, too?" I asked.

"Your hair's not getting long: it's getting gone!"

There are times when hitting a five-year-old isn't just not wrong, it is positively required, don't you agree?

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