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"Renáe move one more time and imma smack you with the brush" I told my daughter as she moved around while I was brushing her hair up, we were in Brandon and i's bed room. I was sitting on the bed and she sat on a chair in front of me.
"Momma this hurts" she cried, "child I'm barely touching ya head" I rolled my eyes. "dad! Daddy help!" she yelled, I rolled my eyes again.
"Wowww" I said, grabbing a hair tie. "What's going on in here? It sounds like someone's dying" Brandon said walking in the room. She got out of my grip and ran to Brandon, hugging him.
"She's trying to hurt me, that's why grandma do my hair better" she sticks her tongue out at me. "babe why you tryna snatch her hair" he laughed.
"Brandon, she's 17 and can't do her hair. She either let me do it or she'll be lookin a mess" I shrugged. "I'm staying at grandma house for the weekend" renáe said and walked to her room.
"You can do that, she gon do the same thing" I yelled, Brandon laughed.
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