Coffee
Well-Known Member
I am like the Mother Goose of the church. I usually have a row of children sitting with me. Well this past Sunday I kept feeling someone playing in my hair. It turns out to be a 8 year old who is of mixed race. When I would ask why he was playing with my hair, he got embrassed and just smiled. I'm thinking he was looking/feeling because of the difference in our hair; his is really curly and mine is well different than his .