“Joseph, come in here and let me comb your hair before we go [strawberry picking].”
“What? Why?”
“So you look nice.”
“Mommm, the strawberries aren’t going to care, they can’t see me–they don’t have eyes!”
“Joseph, come in here and let me comb your hair before we go [strawberry picking].”
“What? Why?”
“So you look nice.”
“Mommm, the strawberries aren’t going to care, they can’t see me–they don’t have eyes!”
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