A couple weeks ago David stayed with my parents for a few days. My mom took him out to draw pictures with sidewalk chalk. That should be a pretty benign activity, but rarely is anything benign when David is involved. He drew a picture of Grandma (my mom) with white streaks in her hair. This conversation followed:
David: Grandma how do you dye your hair to get those white streaks?
Grandma: I don’t dye my hair. That is how my hair is naturally.
David: Grandma don’t you know you would look younger, if you dyed your hair?
Grandma: I don’t think I could get the right color to match my hair.
David: Oh, yes you could. I can take you right to the place in my Wal Mart where you can find the colors. There are lots and lots of colors. You come with me and we will get the stuff.