L came with me to get my hair cut last week and was very curious about all the goings on. She asked my hairdresser, T, lots of questions. One transaction went like this:
L: Why do those women have bags on their heads?
T: They're getting their hair colored.
L: What do you mean?
T: You know, dyed a different color.
L: Like you?
T (a bit taken aback): Yes, like me. How can you tell that my hair is colored?
L: Because it's orange.
T (to me): You can trust a kid to really tell it like it is, can't you?
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