Oh, that purple brush

Today's Serious Parent-Child Talk was about long hair and the responsibilities thereof. Chloë was not terribly impressed. Possibly because the parent involved was not the one who's had long hair in the past. Possibly because she has the pain threshold of a cloud. Anyway, it wrapped up, and Eric concluded with, "Now, go get me the other brush, the purple one."

"What other brush?" Chloë whined, as she does. "I don't know what you mean!"

In the kitchen, I lost my temper. "The purple one!" I yelled. "You know which one!"

"Oh, that one," she said, rather startled. "Okay."

And she ran off to get it. I suppose I should be ashamed that she only started understanding what we wanted when I yelled it.