I ran into Catherine's room last night when she cried out for her Mommy who was on-call. Trying to fill my wife's shoes, I quietly knelt beside her bed and while gently rubbing her back to comfort her asked:
"What's wrong baby?
"Ouchie!" She replied.
"Oh no! what hurts!?” I questioned.
"My hair!" She cried.
"Whats wrong with your hair!!?" I asked.
"You're on it." She sobbed…
Matthew 6:3....literally.