Owen's hair had grown far too long.
He had been evading me for just as long. So I finally put my foot down and put Owen into a chair, fresh from a bath (he didn't want to take) and got out my scissors. He insisted he put his stuffed toy frog in another chair to watch. That done, he told me I could start.
As I was snip-snipping along I got a lesson in the definition of an old word I apparently didn't know, even after all these years.
Owen: I want Froggy to get a hair cut after me.
Me: How can I cut Froggy's hair? Frogs don't have hair.
Owen: Well he does. His name is Froggy Woggy.
Owen: He's not just Froggy, he's Froggy Woggy, so he has hair. Woggy means he has hair. So he is Froggy who has hair.
Me: Oh. Um, maybe I'll cut his another day though, ok?