When our daughter was a little girl, around three or four years old, the most exciting day for her was anytime I braided her hair differently than usual. She would look at herself in the mirror, and while admiring her beauty, ask: “Do you think my dad will recognize me?” I always responded, “I doubt it.”

One day, she waited for her dad as if it was nobody’s business. Every now and then, she looked out of the window to see if her dad had come back from work. So, as usual, I called my husband and gave him some heads up. A few minutes later, he arrived at home and asked, “Who is this cute girl here? And where is my daughter? ”

Oh, my! She danced, jumped up and down, fell on the floor, laughed hysterically and said, “My gosh! Mom, can you believe that! My dad didn’t recognize me!”
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