So...Sunday morning I walked down stairs. My boys laid eyes on me and erupted into a wave of roaring laughter. One of them had the audacity to refer to me as Mufasa. Yes, I looked in the mirror and brushed my teeth before descending down the stairs. And yes, I resembled Mufasa. My mane appeared a tad bit Mufasa-esque.So...after working out Sunday after noon, I returned home and decided to tame my mane. While brushing my hair, one of my boys called my name. So, again I walked downstairs, and of course when my son saw my hair, he called me Mufasa through his fits of laughter. You be the judge:
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