yesterday mikey ran into my room crying. I turn to look at him and he's got a large pair of pliers laying on his head. After further inspection I came to realize that th reason why he was crying was he had closed the pliers on some of his hair and couldn't get them to open again. He was pretty histaric, "MoM! pleAsE HElp! mOM!" So I opened the pliers and kissed his head where they had been. Then with tears in his eyes, mikey looks at me and says, "dant cho...(snif)...Much"