The life and times of Melba Arthena Larson ans Oliver Lealand Laub or Wee Wobb's Kids and Mel's Brats by Cleo Laub Jackson 6/21/95

retyped and posted with added titles: by Kimberly Thurston a work still in progress

A Wig for Tammy

Tammy, the last born, was as different from Rose Marie as night from day. her disposition was one of peace maker. She was our Kewpie Doll. She never fussed and always had a smile. But she had the dickens of a time growing hair those first 4 years of life.

When her hair came in it was short, pale blond and kinky. We had fun rubber her fuzzy little head which looked almost hairless from a distance. We loved her so! She had the perfect personality for the teasing she had to put up with.

Kathryn became concerned when Tammy was getting ready to enter Kindergarten and still had a short fuzzy hair.  She took her babysitting money and bought a wig for her baby sister. mom got such a kick out of that, seeing her baby in that ridiculous wig. It took only a glance to convince Kathryn she should let nature take it's course. It was not long before the real hair began to grow long and think putting Kathryn's fears to rest.

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