I was in the living room texting with my sister about baby stuff when Kane ran in from the kitchen holding a chunk of his hair and said, "Mom, some of my hair fell off!" 

 I stared at his little fingers holding a lock of hair, confused for a moment, until I notice, in his other had a pair of scissors, he swiped from the junk drawer. 

Despite the evidence he's still insisting his hair "fell out".