Though the hair ball would've clued me in, I was glad for the warning

Frankie: Mom, can you get hair out of a brush?

Me: Yeah, I suppose. Why?

Frankie: Like, you can take the hair out and make the brush clean?

Me (suspiciously): I guess so. Why do you ask?

Frankie (sheepishly): Because I used your brush to do Gage's hair.

Me: You used my brush on the cat?

Frankie: Yeah! Your pink brush!

Me: I don't have a pink brush.

Frankie: Yes, you do. Your pink toothbrush.