Brushing Emily’s hair in the morning

“Emily, you have hair just like Mama’s– soft, smooth, shiny… and you can’t do a thing with it.”
– Mama, trying to get all Emily’s slippery hair in a neat pony tail

“Mama, I can do one thing with my hair.”
– Emily

“What’s that?”
– Mama

“I can put a hat on it!”
– Emily