So, we were at church today, picking Turner up from Sunday school. I let her run over to the water fountain to get a drink, and I noticed she was talking intently to this elderly man in the hallway. Wondering what kind of sweet pleasantry she was saying, I walked over.
Was she passing the peace? Or perhaps telling him her favorite Bible story? I had high hopes...
Instead, as I approached, I heard, "Would you like some hair? Would you like some of my hair?"
(You see, he was quite bald.)
Nice! At least she was trying to share, right?! There's never a dull moment in public with my not-so-shy three year old!
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