OK, OK. Dad let Cinderella do her own hair that morning. We were making breakfast in the kitchen, and when we turned around, BAM! There she was with THIS thing on her head (no, it's not a garter, although I DID think to ask, just in case). She was ever-so-proud of herself, we just couldn't bring ourselves to say anything other than, "WOW. You look ... STUNNING." I wish you all had been there to see the billowing mushroom that was her hair.
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