The last couple days, I’d noticed Ruby’s hair looking a little unkempt.
At breakfast today, the back was all matted and tangled.
“Do you need some help with your hair?” I asked, trying to be diplomatic.
“Yes,”she said around a bite of Belgian waffle.
“I can wet it down for you and brush it through,” I said.
“I don’t have a brush,” she said.
“Why didn’t you ask for one?” I asked.
“Because I couldn’t find it,” she said.
Which means we hit Safeway at 7:10 a.m. for a new hairbrush. Because Ruby has hair.