Today they're having their little Valentine's day thing, exchanging cards, all that jazz. She made a card for a certain Mr. H. and we couldn't talk her out of taking the card to school with her. Glitter, glue, drawings.
I had to ask.
Me: Does Mr. H. have long hair?
Sammie: Yes. I mean, no. His hair is like Grandpa's. [Grandpa does not have long hair, not even close]
J: Is he your gym teacher?
Sammie: No. I don't have any classes with him. He just says hi to me sometimes.
Me: Was he the guy helping the car-riders yesterday?
I told J the story about the long-haired guy, and how Sammie must have inherited my taste in guys.
J: Well, obviously. While she can't keep her eyes off the long-haired guy, she's giving a Valentine to someone who looks like Grandpa.