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History Repeats Itself

Once there was a little boy. A mischievous little boy with a wind-up car. He took that car, wound it up and drove it into his sister's hair.

The little boy grew up and had a girl and he told her the story about the car and the hair. "That car turned your Aunt Ellen's hair into a rat's nest. A regular rat's nest your granny would say. I made a hell of a mess! They had to cut that car out of her hair."

The girl grew up and had a little boy. A mischievous little boy with a wind-up car. He took that car, wound it up and drove it into his sister's hair...

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tammi said…
Haha, not REALLY the kind of history you necessarily WANT repeats of! Great story!!
May 28, 2009 at 10:49 AM
Xandra@Heart-of-Service said…
So....how much did you have to cut? (I'm trying really hard not to laugh...I'm sure my turn will be coming soon!)

Xandra
May 28, 2009 at 12:19 PM
Kate said…
Faith got off easy. Only a few strands. I don't think Aunt Ellen made out nearly so well!

Kate
May 28, 2009 at 12:32 PM
God's girl said…
Too cute!!! Poor Faith!
Much love,
Angela
May 29, 2009 at 10:50 PM
Cheryl @ On the Old Path said…
I have been poking around your blog and I have to say you have an incredible sweet family!!
Blessings!
June 7, 2009 at 9:36 PM
Elise @A Path Made Straight said…
Oh, my! It's an age-old incident, isn't it?

I, too, fell victim to hot wheels, although I was the tender age of five.

Tell Faith I commiserate. We are kindred sisters of brothers who were given license to drive too early in life.
June 9, 2009 at 2:28 PM
Anonymous said…
What a cute little story!! Too funny. Robyn
June 14, 2009 at 8:27 PM
40winkzzz said…
hi, kate!
i have gotten myself waaaaay behind on my blog-reading and have greatly enjoyed catching up on yours today!
June 17, 2009 at 10:30 AM
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