They Stayed
The next morning, Piper sat at the table, minding her own business and drinking a mug of milk, when I noticed her.
She and those curls ambushed me! I'm not to blame!
I think Piper missed the Curly-Hair boat on which she was intended to ride.
They just fit. It was as if she'd never had anything but these wonderful corkscrews spilled all over.
I didn't wash her hair, and they bounced around and taunted us all week.
It's a good thing I finally gave her a bath, and the matted curls turned back into smooth, straight hairs again.
I don't think I could have resisted the onslaught for much longer.
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