One morning this week, Mason kept telling me to put grasshoppers on his head. I had no idea what he was talking about, but he persisted. He REALLY wanted GRASSHOPPERS on his head. After many (MANY!) failed guesses as to what he meant, I finally figured out that he wanted ROOSTER TAILS in his hair. A little hair gel later, I had this happy grasshopper.
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