This was funny, in a slightly scary way. During bedtime snuggle, Mopsy was talking about a friend of hers and confided:
"I don't think she likes my style."
Her style?! She's five years old, for the love of Pete!
She was, of course, referring to the hair. I should have known. The "poofy" "crazy" hair which she's convinced makes her an outsider in the land of the silky, straight-haired girls.
I know where you're coming from, sweetheart.
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