You are Johnny’s Black kid, always have been and you always will be. You could be purple, and he still loves you all the same.

But there’s one thing that’s keeping him from bonding with you. Your hair. He loves it, but it’s a foreign notion. Especially with his tiny Mohawk. But it’s a notion he’s willing to embrace.

Now here you are. Sitting on the carpet, him sitting on the couch, with your head between his thighs, and a bin of expensive hair products by your sides.