We were in the waiting room of V's therapy center, and V's back was to me, when I noticed her hair was kind of messy. It had been Shaun's turn to take her to school that morning, so I made a gentle inquiry.
Mama: "V, did Daddy brush your hair today?"
V: "Yes. Why do you want to know??"
Mama: "Well, it looks kind of messy."
V (sighing): "Everybody's a critic."
So there you go.