I'm getting to be -- I don't know what. After that hay-rolling described earlier, my gonna-be-a-cousin/niece* Elisabeth's hair was a tangled mess of hay and knots. I pulled babysitter duty, swung by the store and picked up some detangler, and spent the evening pulling hay and sheepshanks out of her head while watching "Barbie's Princess and the Pauper".
Loved every minute of it.
I don't know who I am anymore :)
*This actually has a reasonable explanation...