In the early evening, Tyler ran his fingers through my hair.
"Hey, Mommy, there's lunch in your hair."
Slightly alarmed, a quick mental slideshow scrolled through my mind, reviewing all the places I had been since lunchtime, all with an unidentified something in my hair. I immediately began fishing through my curly mane to find it.
He reached above my ear and retrieved something he recognized.
"Yep. I put it there. At lunchtime."