It Must Be the Hair...

As we dined at The Olive Garden one evening, Brayden asked, "Mom, do you think my girlfriend likes me just for my hair? "  I assured him that he has many qualities that would cause a young lady to be drawn to him, like his  charming smile and his intelligence.  He dropped the conversation,  so I presumed that my answer satisfied him.  Afterward,  we were shopping at a department store.  Imagine my stunned look and Brayden's knowing smile when an elderly lady walked out of her way to run her hand across his head and comment, "He has the nicest hair!"