“You need that way more than you need breakfast.” “But I don’t want a haircut, mom. I want to grow my hair long, like Samson. Then I want to put it in a ponytail.” Samson was Markie’s newest favorite cartoon character. It didn’t matter that Samson’s hair was blond, and Markie’s was the same chestnut color as his mom’s. In Markie’s world, all he needed was long hair and he’d not only be a perfect likeness, but he’d also somehow gain Samson’s strength.”