A childhood belief about hair

I was 10, and my brother who was 7 convinced me that the little hairs by my ears were called hashbrowns. One morning, mom was brushing my hair for school and I yelled, "Stop! You're ripping my hashbrowns out!"
She laughed at me and told me they were called sideburns. I confronted my brother later, with every intent on beating him for making me look stupid. He said, "Well, I knew they were either called hashbrowns or sideburns. Hashbrowns made more sense."
I was inclined to agree. Even today, my family calls them hashbrowns.