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Jul 2015
Hands on your hips
and a frown on your lips,
you stared me down
and made your wrath known.

With your round face glowing red
and hair swinging wildly
at the top of your head,
I still remember what you said.

“You babyhead!”
I didn’t dare laugh,
But I wanted to.

Sister,
your curse words
Were cute.
My sister used the term "babyhead" as a swear word for most of her childhood. It always made me chuckle.

P.S. Her face looked like a little radish when she got mad, partly because it was so round and got so red and partly because my mom insisted on pulling her hair into a ponytail on the top of her head. She'd probably punch me if I said this directly to her, but she still is adorable when she gets mad.
From Jess's Lips
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