The other night as we were getting ready for bed, Hannah asks, “Dad, what color hair do rednecks have?” 

Me: “all different colors, honey.”

Hannah: Blue and green and yellow?

Me:  Depends on the redneck
Last week, we were walking into the hospital.  I had just told Hannah to stop doing something.  Without batting an eye she exclaims, “You’re a horrible father!”

I replied, “I know”.

Last night, while we were getting ready to go to sleep, Hannah was rubbing my hair.  She looked at me and said, “I’m loving on you Dad!”

I thought, “Okay, that makes up for the horrible father comment.”