we started off crying. not crying that we didn't listen to our mommy, but crying that our hair was tangled up in the fan. the fan we were told would get caught in our hair if we kept looking down on it while it was on.
huh, who know? oh yeah, mom did.
so the cry,
turned into mommy singing songs to distract the young and bold and very independent rea-rea.
and finally, the newly freed, laughing and now experienced hair in a fan rea-rea, laughing all the way. (is that a nursery rhyme? it should be)
and no, in case you are wondering, mom's don't always know best.
appearantly little bold and independent girls think they know best and within a day, Rea was back in the kitchen having moming remove her hair from the fan.
(wait, doesn't that mean I was right?
what's that Rea, you said no?)
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