funny

sitting on the couch, owen grabs my hair (in a ponytail) and puts it under his chin, up against his neck.
after taking my hair back only to have him do the same thing again i irritatingly demand:
"owen! stop grabbing mommy's hair!"
owen stops, bursts into a fit of giggles, grabs my hair again and explains: "but mommy, it's a hair undershirt!"
seriously. then i laugh too.