Sweetie, your hair is in your face. Just shake it back.
If you fling your head back, that’ll do it.
Yep, got it.
Oh, it’s all in your face again. Can you just…?
A little more.
OK, that’s perfect! I’m done.
Wait, why are you mad at me?
The blanket is there for a reason – I can run back into the house and hide before she can get it off and catch up to me.