Lisa carried Marge up to her room so she could figure out how to solve this problem. "Oh thank you, honey! You don't know what kind of a nightmare this could have been for me!" Marge said as Lisa placed her on her desktop. She pulled a ruler out from inside the desk and placed it up against Marge to measure her.
"Four inches with all your hair!" she exclaimed as she wrote down her findings. Marge felt insecure. Never had her daughter had this much power over her. She knew Lisa wouldn't hurt her, but she tried to imagine what it would be like if somebody else had found her. She didn't like it! "Please hon, try to keep this a secret. I don't want anybody to find me like this!"
Lisa kept taking down notes. "Don't worry, mom. I'll have this fixed up in no time!" Lisa said as the doorbell rang. "Oops!" she exclaimed as she dropped her pen. "I almost forgot! I invited an old boyfriend over today. That must be him!" she said as she scooped up Marge.
Marge was flustered. "Wait a minute, where are we going??" she asked. Lisa held her out in front of her face. "I have to take care of something real quick. In the meantime I'm going to put you......."
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