A few weeks ago I was on the train standing next to two brothers who were sitting next to one another. They were about 4 and 7 in age, and the older child had a fantastic Afro.
The younger brother hooked his little hands into his brother’s Fro trying to pull it off of his head, while yelling over and over, “Give me that Fro. I want your Afro. Give me your Fro.” The older brother didn’t seem to mind, despite the hair pulling, but after about 5 minutes their mother put a stop to it.
I laughed to myself, but understood where the younger kid was coming from. I wanted that kid’s Fro to. His hair was beautiful.