"I combed it like fire. It's my fire hair"
"Get my camera for me. I want to take a picture of it."
"No you can't take a picture of it because it's my fire hair. If you take a picture of it it will fire you!"
(So I told her I was going to take a picture of her shoe.)
Later at night she combed it again to look like fire when she was supposed to go to bed. She said "Mom I need to comb my hair again. Look it is my fire hair. It is burning!"
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