Julia was singing a song and softly playing with my hair.
When she was done, my hair was really messy. I said, "Oh no, my hair is a mess!"
She got close to my face, held my cheeks in her hands and said, "Don't worry momma, papa fix it."
He, he!!! So I couldn't wait for papa to come home from work, to tell him the story and...
have him fix my hair.
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