When Gene got home from church this afternoon, he took off his dress shirt to help me make lunch. (He still had his undershirt on.)
Lucy ran over to give him a hug, and they talked for a few minutes. Gene mentioned how messy Lulu’s hair was, and then asked her where her hair is. She pointed to her head.
Then Gene asked her where Daddy’s hair was. Rather than pointing to his head, she pointed at the chest hair poking out of his undershirt.