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? ”
listens patiently to the explanation how after a head injury “I went white overnight! ”
being a good Christian child 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. he grimaces
“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!"
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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.