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Shopping At The Wig Store

Over the weekend my daughter's hair was unbraided and out, all over the place. At one point, I pulled it back into a ponytail for her and marveled how her curly tresses are nearly to the middle of her back.

Me: "Oh my God, baby girl! You have so much hair."

She smiled at me and looked like she was blushing.

Me: "Can I have some of that hair? Please!" I begged, playfully. "I need some hair."

She: "Nooo, Daddy!" She giggled.

Me: "Why not?"

She (still giggling): "You have to go to the wig store for your hair."

I literally busted out laughing, shot her a stern look, and then went back to laughing with her laughing at me.

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