I learned something about myself today, with respect to my three daughters. I can't leave their hair alone. This is most painfully obvious at Mass, where I sit in close proximity to one, two, or all of them.
You know those mama monkeys on nature programs who are forever picking stuff out of their babies' fur?
Well, today I realized that I understand why they do that. Because they can't stand the thought of someone else seeing that piece of bark or fuzz or whatever in their precious baby's hair.
I totally get that.
I swear I don't eat whatever I pull out.
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