Oh Dear!

Towards the end of church today, during communion, Two whispered to me: "Mommy, someone touched my hair!" I asked him who it was, and he tried to make me turn my head to look at the three twenty-something young women behind us. Uh huh. He then got up and stood with his back against the pillar next to our pew, smiled, and winked at me. Immediately, like little birds came the sound of three voices twittering with laughter behind me - all in reponse to my six year old Romeo's wink.

In a church full of dark-haired women, what's the mother of a golden blond boy to do?