About to sleep, Matt suddenly turned to look at me and asked: “Mom, why is your hair curly?”

 ”Because God gave me curly hair.” I told him simply.

But my son told me in no-nonsense voice, “I don’t want curly hair. I only want straight hair.” 

And then he looked at me,  eyed my hair with amusement and said, ” Mom, you look like a — “

Oh no, not witch. But while half-expecting him to say “witch”, I heard him finish off with – 

“Dancer.” And he smiled. Or was it a smirk?