Kids Will Be Kids

A seven-year-old comes crying to me because his little brother pulled his hair.

"Don't be angry," I say, "Your little brother doesn't realize that pulling hair hurts."

A short while later, there's more crying, and I go to investigate.

This time my youngest son is bawling and his brother says, "He knows now."

Nostalgia

"I presume, Mrs Murphy, you carry a memento of some sort in that locket of yours?"

"Indeed I do, sir, it's a lock of my Dan's hair."

"But your husband is still alive."

"That he is," said she "but his hair is long gone!"