Little Zak (just a little scrap of a chap) with a deep Barry White voice
enquires(as he enquires about everything) :
“Why is your hair white? ”
He listens patiently to the explanation how after a head injury
“I went white overnight! ”
Being a good Christian child he tells me
he will pray for me for the “black to be back! ”
I’m very tempted to dye it for the next day
just to prove his prayer right.
When his fervent prayer doesn’t turn the situation around
...he frets:
I tell him God & me
are both happy with it…like this.
“Really? ” He asks.
“Really! ” I affirm.
“Have it your own way then but man...
it makes you look old & grim!"
I grin tell him that I am what I am
but that I can live with it: "Ok..!" he sighs "...have it your own way!"
He was a lovely sincere child who pitied my whiteness of beard and hair. I basked in his pity...it was so loving and tender. And just where did this tiny skinny little child get that Barry White/ Shaft voice! One of my nicest moments in teaching.