The other day I was laying on the bed watching Spiderman 2 with my brother Zachary, who is 7. Completely on his own, without prompting from me, he began to run his fingers through my hair.
As artery clogging, sickeningly sweet as that was, I have to admit, his clammy little fingers and my curly hair, not a good combo.
“Zach, could you please stop, it doesn’t feel good.”
and then he turned and in the most dramatic way imaginable said,
“But SIS, don’t you care about ME? What about MY needs?”
“And what are your needs?”
“to play with your hair…”
wow. just wow.