Today in the Playroom…

I got beat today in fussball at St. Jude’s–not creamed–just beat. And I didn’t throw the game–I really gave it my all. While I was trading goals with the ten year old who finally beat me, a mother pointed to the child of another and asked, “What’s her name?”

“Oh, he’s a boy, not a girl,” the other mother said, handing her son a dinosaur and telling us his name.

“I’m so sorry, that keeps happening, because none of our children have any hair!” the first mother said. We all smiled, since it was a mistake we had all made–at one time or another. Without hair, it’s hard to tell boys apart from girls at such a young age.

A few minutes later, one of the fathers started showing me photos of his three-year old daughter in his phone.

“That’s me, that’s me!” his daughter said in Arabic, grabbing the iphone, and scrolling through the photos with her tiny pinky finger like a pro.

“Look, look–this is me–me with hair,” she said, giggling as her dad began massaging her smooth, bald head…