Scene: it was a dark and stormy night. literally. and, currently, the boys aren't quite at the age where a nice storm means tucking yourself into the couch with a good book, and perhaps a warm beverage. they are at the age where thunder means general panic. so i snuggled in with anth to read him a story and stayed there a minute to just listen to the rain together.
Anth: (reaching over and twirling my hair around his finger) hey, mom?
Anth: i think you're beautiful
My Heart: (warmed)
Anth: BUT, you were sure a lot more beautiful with long hair
Me: (debating response)
Anth: at least I think so. but you can keep it like that if you want. it's your body.
(mental note #1: life-lesson regarding ownership of one's body? check)
(mental note #2: "future life lesson for the boys" #483 - teach them the nuances of honesty being the best policy most of the time.)