Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Hair and confiscation

Sarah was brushing her hair on my bed this morning, and I asked her how it feels to have such beautiful hair.  She said, "Beautiful hair comes with a price.  I have to brush these tangles out every morning. And this time I have to use this tiny little travel brush because Dad confiscated my big brush."  I asked why he confiscated it, and she said, "I broke a rule.  I don't remember which one.  I either left it on the counter or left the drawer open that it goes in and then Dad ran into it." 

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