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All that know our loveable Leyna, knows that she has no filter and says anything and everything on her mind. You also know that she loves to be heard....by everyone. So Sunday afternoon she was in the backyard swinging on the swing, singing at the top of her lungs,
"Sing, sweet Nightingale. Sing, sweet Nightingale. Aaaaa haaa aaaaa haa haaa!!" (sounded just like the stepsister on Cinderella) Then out of nowhere, to the same tune she starts shouting as loud as can be,
"Myyyy mom is bald. Myyyy mom is bald. Aaaa haaaa aaaa haaaa!!"

Eric and I were in the house listening and laughing hysterically!!
Leyna has this fascination with my baldness. Almost every morning she asks, "Mom, you're still bald?" She feels the need to tell every stranger and friend that her mom has no hair. On more than one occasion she's ripped my hat off and run away to expose my naked head in the midst of crowds of people. She has mini princess dolls whose hair can be removed and interchanged. She brought me one of her dolls the other day and said, "This one is you, Mom." Of course it had no hair at all. I think it's hilarious. I get a good giggle out of it every time I think of her innocence and obsession with the situation.