Last month we were all at church one Sunday morning. Brooks was being a jabber-box and I tried to get him to be quiet. We were in the back pew, probably a good place for us to be on this particular morning. Brooks was pointing to a dad a few rows ahead of us, and kept telling me, “No have hair,” in a giggly voice. Yes, he was bald. As was another man in Brooks’s site. I was trying not to laugh myself, but I tried to remain serious as I whispered to him, “Brooks, some people have different types of hair. Some people have no hair, some people have hair and it comes in many colors.” I thought that would get him to be quiet. Then, he told me, “No see green hair,” in a giggly voice. I told him, “No, no one has green hair.” He then told me, “Brooks see lots of poopie colored hair,” in a giggly voice. Well, he is correct. Once again, I’m glad we were in the last row.