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No matter how hard you try to get her to comb her hair, she won't - but she'll let someone else curl and crimp it at a party.
On the other hand, check out what 14 year old girls do at parties when there aren't any guys around.

And most importantly, if you aren't looking at someone and they lick your elbow, you won't feel it.

You're trying to lick you elbow right now, aren't you?


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  1. I am trying to lick my elbow! Ha Ha, impossible! I remember those 14 year old days, the slumber parties were the best!

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  2. Ok....I'm giggling right now. I wasn't trying to do the elbow thing, but wondering why??? :-)

    Girls and their hair....funny, huh?

    Have a great week and thanks for stopping by! :-)

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  3. She looks so cute. Mine won't let me do her hair very much anymore either.

    Um I knew you couldn't feel it when you pinch your elbow - never knew about the licking. I wonder if someone has ever licked my elbow and I didn't know. How would I know? :0)

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  4. I feel my dog's tongue every time.

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  5. Since your daughter iss such a mini-Nancy and she is rocking this fetching look, now you know you'll look good in it too.

    Also - why are my elbows moist?

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  6. My oldest barely lets me brush her hair...style it, not a chance

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  7. Gross! Makayla came home last night and told me about your teenager licking Makayla's elbow and all the other girls licking elbows. I didn't believe her so I had to try it myself with Cameron - you so can feel it! I think girls are just silly.

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  8. I had a friend in high school that was obsessed with licking elbows. I stupidly told my nieces about it a few months ago.

    I immediately regretted that.

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