Naomi Rivka: "I call this my brown baby."
Me: "Which one is it?"
"This one." Holds up doll.
"Oh, because it has brown hair?"
"And brown eyes."
"Like us: brown hair and brown eyes. Like you, and like me."
"Like me. Your hair is mostly white."
"What? Where?" (whip off tichel; good thing we weren't at the mall!)
"Where's white hair?"
(she pokes at my head, pulls one strand away from the others)
"Your hair is so thin, most of it looks like it has no colour."
(look in mirror: brown, brown, brown... not a single grey hair here, I swear!!)