(scene opens at the park)

Me: (sitting on bench, running fingers through Delta’s two-toned hair) The blue is starting to fade. I like the slate blue of it, it looks like stone. Maybe you’re an Earth Witch.
Delta: (resigned patience) My hair isn’t stone, mommy.
Me: If we do the color again, what color do you want to do? Pink? Red? Green?
Delta: Black.
Me: (oddly disappointed) Black? Why would you want black?
Delta: Because I walk through shadow.
Me: Oh. I guess that’s okay then.