Musfira, staring into bedroom mirror: Momma, whez my beeowd?
Me: Your beard? Musfira, you don’t have a beard.
Musfira: Why naht?
Me: You’re a little girl. Beards are for babas.
Musfira: *pouts* I wan sum beeowd!
Me: You can’t have a beard!
Musfira, dramatically wailing and clutching face: I WAN SUM BEEEEEEEOOOOOOOWD!
You can’t make this stuff up, folks. You just can’t.




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