Idiom Logic

Charlie is watching his favorite cartoon, Krypto the Super Dog, when I sneak up behind him with the hairbrush and begin to gently untangle some knots.

"Cut it OUT, Mom!" he grumps at me. "I like my hair like this!"

"I know you do, honey," I reply. "But we need to get ready for Jonas' party." For some reason, he accepts without question that we brush our hair whenever we're going to see Jonas and his family. I plan to ride that train as far as it will take me.

"Oh, okay," he says, consideringly. "Cut it in, then." And turns back to the screen, allowing me to brush away.