Hair

Claire: Momma, how do they make hair?
Me: Well, God makes hair.
Claire: How?
Me: I don’t really know, Baby.
Claire: I know! Maybe he just gets some bread and breaks it into little pieces and puts it in our head and then paints some hair on.

Interesting theory, Claire.

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