Vampiress

This morning as I sat by Bethelle over two bowls of Life cereal, she asked me quite sincerely if she could have fangs.

"Fangs?" I asked, trying to sound supportive and yet casual, to match the sincerity of her tone.

"Yes, you know, fangs," she said, pointing to her hairline above her forehead.

With vampires on the mind, I then assumed that she meant a widow's peak.  Of which I have first-hand (or head...) experience.  I would have no problem with her having one, but why? and how?

I must not have been succeeding at my supportive look.  She looked at me like I was an idiot.  "Like her, Mom," she said, pointing to the generic picture of a girl on the Life box.

Bangs!  Oh, yes, bangs!  I clarified the word for her, and we talked about the possibility of cutting her hair.

At the end of the little meal, she concluded that "fangs look better on girls with short hair."

Glad we got that cleared up.