"She put yogurt in her hair once more, Mike."
I crossed my arms and leaned against the living room doorway, my patience ebbing. Mia, who was now seated in the center of the floor, had an unrepentant smile on her face as though her impromptu hairstyle were the newest in high fashion. She smiled up at us as if she had just found a solution to world hunger, and her golden curls were streaked with blueberry yogurt.
Mike looked up from his screen while he was sitting on the couch, his laptop placed on his knees. His forehead creased, then relaxed as he absorbed the view.
"Once more?" He raised an eyebrow in question. "Why is this child consuming yogurt?"
I choked back a smile and said, "She says it makes her hair shiny." "She claimed to have seen a YouTube video of it."
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