The Rightful Hair

(I am six years old, and I’m also adopted. I’m a ginger and so is my mother; however, she’s just dyed her hair platinum blonde. My mother and I are out shopping. As we go to checkout, the clerk turns to me.)

Clerk: “Oh what lovely red hair. Did you get it from your mother?”

Me: *turns to look at mom, back to the clerk, back to mom* “No, it came with me; it’s part of the package!”