Little Sonia was looking intently at her mother.
Mother: “What’s the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Sonia: “Some of your hair are white mom.”
Mother: “That’s right. Whenever you make a mischief, one of my hairs turns white. That’s how some have become white.”
Sonia was thoughtful: “Are all of grandma’s hair white due to the same reason?”
Mother: “What’s the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Sonia: “Some of your hair are white mom.”
Mother: “That’s right. Whenever you make a mischief, one of my hairs turns white. That’s how some have become white.”
Sonia was thoughtful: “Are all of grandma’s hair white due to the same reason?”