I asked C several times to brush her hair, but she didn't. We were just running some non-public errands, though, so I let her get in the car as she was. As we drove, she began her usual conversation.
C: Are we going anywhere after we drop H off?
Me: Just to church to pick up a few things. Then we'll go straight home.
C: That's it? Nowhere else?
Me: Nope. You want adventure in the great, wide somewhere?
C, sighing: Always. (Singing) I want much more than this provincial life!
<Pause for thought>
C: It's because my hair is a crazy mess, isn't it?
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