As the session drew to a close a particularly talented lad stepped forward and said:
“Can I touch your hair please? It’s amazing.”
Not quite sure what to say and taken by surprise but sensing the lad wasn’t taking the p*ss, I agreed to the request.
He touched my massive wig and beamed with joy: “That’s made my day, I’ve touched the hair of God!” and ambled off, waving to me as I gathered my stuff to go home.
You gotta’ love the kids.