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            The father had watched his teen-age daughter go through a series of outlandish young hair styles.  The latest fizzled fad, however, was too much for him, and he decided on a father-daughter talk.

            “First of all,” he said sternly, “your hair looks just like a mop.”

            The daughter looked bewildered, ‘What’s a mop?” she asked.

Wish I’d Said That, Cleon Lyles, page 101