You decide to let your sister keep the phone for now, and hope she doesn't do anything outrageous. For some reason, though, you really trusted her. Sticking your thumb into your mouth, you suck on the digit as you follow Mary back into the living room. She patted your thin, wispy, toddler's hair, and smiled at you.
You went back to playing with your toys. Mary continued to pat your head. It was a little annoying, but your firetruck was so engrossing it didn't bother you too much. In fact, you were so focused on playing with your toys, that you didn't see her look at the phone again. She smiled at the new reading.
"The toddler is annoyed his sister is touching his thin hair."
Mary liked the way you turned out, but she decided to change you a little more.
"The toddler is annoyed his sister is touching his thick hair."
Strands of soft hair felt into your vision and you gave a grunt of frustration. You could even feel hair tickle your cheeks and the base of your neck. It was so annoying how thick your hair was, you really wanted a haircut.
"My little brother's hair is so cute," giggled Mary as she continued to pet your shaggy boy's hairdo.
You blushed a little as she played with your hair. Did she really have to rub it in that you had so much hair? Your hair's always been shaggy and thick, it's not like it's changed, or anything. It was also kind of weird for her to emphasize your hair. Still, when you were big again, you were definitely getting a proper haircut.
Mary stopped petting her brother's adorable hair, and checked the phone again, studying the reading.