I just put Carly to bed and she stopped me on the way out to ask a question. It went like this:
Carly: "Mom, do you like boys with long hair?"
Me: "No, I don't like long hair on boys at all!"
Carly: "Jesus had long hair." (With a tiny bit of a "Gotcha" inflection.)
Me: "Well, I like Jesus with long hair--but that was a time when everyone wore their hair long."
Carly: "Mom, you know why they had long hair back then?"
Carly: "They didn't have scissors yet! They had to do everything with rocks!"