Sister came out of her bedroom with her "purse" on her shoulder and her comb and detangle spray in her other arm. She stops, turns (like she is posing for a camera) and says
"Mom, I said to myself, I need to go on a nature walk."
"Okay, you can go on a nature walk, but you need to put your comb and spray away first."
"But, what if my hair gets knotted and tangled and worst of all, wild?" (It's a line from one of her favorite stories.)
"Well, I guess you will just have to go on your walk with knotted and tangled and worst of all, wild hair, then."
"No, I don't think so. If my hair gets knotted and tangled and worst of all wild, I will need those things."
Oh, to be 3 again.
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