19 Apr 2012

Golden Hair

One day while I was driving, Angelina said, “There is a golden hair on my seat.” She threw it to the back before I could have a look.

“Only two kinds of creatures can leave a golden hair here,” I said after a while.

“What, Daddy?”

“First, a beautiful lady.”

“And?” Angelina eyed at me.

“Or it may be a Pekingese.”

“Cookie!” she jumped.

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