your logic is not our earth logic.

My little sister holds a persistent, unrealistic view of my ability to predict the future, and always asks my opinion of a haircut she intends to get without enough information for me to evaluate it. She has learned to use her words and also to illustrate with pictures, but she hasn't grasped that seeing a photograph of someone else with a certain haircut can't tell you how it will look on her, especially if they don't look alike and especially-especially if they have some completely different type of hair. It's not that I haven't tried to gently introduce her to the truth; it's that she can't grasp it. It's like explaining colour to the colourblind, or explaining irony to Gerard. They think they've grasped the concept of red, but to them it just looks like grey. Similarly, she will listen patiently to an explanation involving what is required to securely evaluate a haircut in advance, and then say "I know, but I don't mean on her, I mean how you think it will look on me" just as if you haven't spoken.

It's kind of cute, I guess. Maybe this is cosmic justice to make up for how, when she was 1 and I was 10, I caused her to stop pronouncing "refrigerator" as "fridgelator" by laughing, to my parents' eternal chagrin.