pocket comb

Dylan,

I combed your hair while you were in the tub the other day. I used a simple little black comb that came with a beard-trimming kit. It's just like the comb my dad carried around when I was young, with wide-spaced teeth on one half and narrower spaces on the other.

You were captivated by the experience, desperately wanting to see what was going on. When I showed it to you, you grabbed the comb and immediately pressed it to your forehead, holding it there as if waiting for it to do it's thing. At first I thought I might be reading too much into this, but you put it to your forehead two more times before settling for sticking it in your mouth.

I've combed your hair a couple times now and each time you take the comb, press it to your forehead, pause, then go ahead and stick it in your mouth.

I'm impressed by how quickly you made the connection (very generally) for how this "tool" is meant to be used.

Dad