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Edwina Scissorhands

I entered the kitchen, scratched my head and yelled, "Moooooom!"

When I didn't hear her immediate reply I shouted over the counter again, "Mooooom."

"Ok, Lungs, I hear ya. I'm not deaf," she popped up from the couch in the living room. My sisters and I had the habit of yelling for Mom before we even looked for her. I'm sure it was music to her ears.

"Get under the light," she ordered.

"It's still greasy," I whined. Mom ran her hand through my hair with a puzzled look on her face.

She rolled up her sleeves, "you must not have washed it correctly," put your head in the sink. I hesitated and went to protest...

"Hop to it," she interjected.

 My sister Kari came into the kitchen to steal another piece of Entenmann's Chocolate Chip Crumb Loaf Cake, it was her favorite and it in no way interfered with her perfect figure. "How many times have you washed your hair now?"

"Three," I g…