This morning Back Seat Girl and I were in Back Seat Boy's room to get him up for the morning. Back Seat Girl was talking about her hair. She was noticing that her hair is long, but mine is not.
BSG: Don't worry, momma, I help your hair grow.
Me: You will?
BSG: Yea, it looks funny like that.
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MAM Says:
Wait till you have to explain to her why she is the only blonde in the family!
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