My seven-year-old was chattering to me the other day. She jumps from topic to topic like a squirrel on crack, so sometimes I give up on following the flow of consciousness she's producing. I heard her say, "I like your hair." I said, "Thanks."
She said, " ... chatter, chatter, chatter, but it doesn't mean you're evil."
Me: "Wait, what? Did you just say I was evil?"
Her: "No, I said you're not evil, because of your hair."
Me: "Why would my hair be evil."
Her: "Well, you have the white stripe."
Me: "Yeah- I do."
Her: "The evil people on TV have a white stripe in their hair."
Me: "They
do?"
Her: "Yeah, but you aren't evil. You are nice, except when you are mean to me."
Me: "Wait, what? ..."
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