Al's a big sweetie. She likes going up to one of us, give a big hug and say, "love you mom" or whomever. Today, though, she embraced my neck, nuzzled my hair and said: Love you mama's hair. ...okay. Which is true, oddly enough - she really loves to pet or stroke my hair particularly when she's upset. She'll try to pull it out of a hair binder or barrette if it's held back. At any rate: she loves my hair. Apparently I grew it out at the right time.