Portia got gumballs for Easter.
Tonight, as we were putting her to bed, she asked for some gum.
I told her that if she sleeps with gum in her mouth, it will get in her hair, and then we'll have to cut her hair off.
She paled.
She was visibly terrified, and started to cry. The thought of cutting her hair made her panic.
I explained that we only had to cut it if she got gum in it, and she started to calm down a little bit, but she was still pretty worried.
Poor girl.
She is her mother's daughter.
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