What happens when you get planted on the floor and are not able to escape whatever comes your way?
Your brother decides you're a hot mess and he knows what to do to fix it.
My sweet daughter was born with a weave. That girl has more hair than both her brothers. I had so much heartburn while she was baking I popped Tums (didn't work) and Zantac (did work, all Zantac workers deserve a raise.) like candy...or hot, fresh, salty McDonald's Fries. She has a curl that comes down on her forehead. Her Great Grandma is in love with that curl. It seems, however, her brothers are not.
I can see 17 years from now the boys helping Reese get ready for prom. Thanks, baby girl for letting the boys comb your weave. Those 2 monkies love you, bean butt. When we get a case of head lice from Susie in 2nd grade we know who to call.....