My husband called to me from downstairs, “Will needs you.” I immediately thought the worst. But his next words reassured me. “Will asked for a dinglehopper.” Will had come over to him, was yanking on his hair and asked for help. A wad of gum was stuck in the hair on the crown of his head. I walked him to the bathroom and two snips later the gum was gone.
This isn’t the first time Will has brought up a dinglehopper. A couple of months ago he grabbed a fork, called it a dinglehopper and started combing his hair.
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