The Wig Shop

J.D.’s daughter C. is four years old. She has a very advanced mind for one so young, yet still holds that completely innocent and simple way of looking at things that is so common in children. The other day she was walking along the sidewalk with her mother, and they passed a wig shop. There displayed in the front window were a variety of mannequin heads with wigs of every color and shape to attract the passer-bys on the street. C.D. looked up at the window and asked her mom, “Mommy, can you go into that shop and just trade your head out for a new one?”