"Don't be a fool," she told him.
"But doesn't it bother you?"
"Of course it bothers me when you are a fool."
"Your hair," he said.
"I think it's very pretty."
"Can it be pretty if no one thinks it's pretty?"
"I think it's very pretty."
"If you're the only one?"
"Thats pretty pretty."
"And what about the boys? Don't you want them to think you are pretty?"
"I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless it was a boy who thought I was pretty."
"I think it's pretty," he said. "I think it's very beautiful."
"Say it again, and I'll grow it long."
"I know" he laughed, kissing her forehead as he pinched her ears between his fingers.