Miranda is out playing with some of the kids from the neighborhood. She came back to ask how long she could play. When I answered the door, I was wearing one of my new wigs, a long, layered, brunette one (just to break it in; I’m not going anywhere today). After I talked to Miranda, the younger of the two other kids, a girl of five, looked at me and said, “Oh, wow, your hair! It’s growing!”
Me: No, it’s a wig.
Kid: *blank look*
Me: See? *pull off wig and show them*
Kids: *laugh nervously*
Me: *laugh and tell Miranda she can play some more, and shut the door*
As I was walking away, I heard (through the window):
Kid: Wow, that was weird!
Miranda: Yeah, that’s my Mum!
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