Every time Mommy brushes it, I find Dad, and he unbrushes it. He says I'm a boy and I shouldn't have neat hair. So this is what happened when he was in charge of getting me ready for bed after my bath.
Mom just doesn't get it. My hair should be allowed to do whatever it wants, Dad says. It just needs to feel its feelings.
WHEE!!!!
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