Why is it that one day you let me wash your hair without so much as a comment and then the VERY NEXT DAY you scream like I am murdering you? What evil demon possessed you while I wasn't looking?
At least you buffer those times with the costumes your two-year-old mind puts together, such as the one with the pajamas, black rubber boots and the bright red swim cap. Man, you are cute!
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