When we were small, Dad used to lean over surreptitiously, while we were engrossed in something else, and tug on a lock of hair. In the case of my sister S-2, he'd pull on one of her pigtails. When we'd whip around, he'd be looking the other way with his face impassive.
If we accused him of doing it, his reply would be, "Ichabod did it" with a smile. He was not trying to fool us and when we got older, we'd sometimes return the favor.
The Purple People Eater was a song that he would sing to us.
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