9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for December 01, 1993

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Gran: I will not accept that bramble patch you call your hair, young man! go comb it! right now! amos: but I can't! it swallows up everything that comes near it...earrings, combs, pencils, contact lenses... nun: that's absurd! go come your hair! and don't walk these halls until you've done so. amos: yes, ma'am. nun: My crucifix!