"What am I combing? You see. So little hair. My hair is so short. I cannot comb my hair. It LOOKS LIKE I AM COMBING MY HEAD! Why am I combing my head?"
[bang the bed with the comb] She was almost hysterical about the idea of not being able to comb her hair. There was once I threatened to bald her head when she looked so sweaty and untidy. She cried boo-hoo the moment she heard it.
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