There are times in your life when you have to ask why....
Why is my mom taking my picture when I am screaming?
Why is my head covered with sand?
Why would Ada think dumping sand on Oliver's head was a good idea?
Why did I leave the children alone with sand and a spoon for "just a minute?"
Why are these things never funny until later?
Why didn't I just shave Oliver's head instead of combing out each grain of sand with a comb?
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