Why do I have a Part?

While doing Lucy's hair the other morning I said "Hold still, let me do your part."

As I started to concentrate with the comb in my hand, Lucy asks me "Why do we have this thing on our head?" She pointed to the the line where her hair parts.

"A part?" I questioned for clarification.

"Yeah, Why do we have a part?"

"I really don't know sweetie, it just is something on our head." I answer very non creatively.

Lucy responds "Maybe Heavenly Father knows. We should ask him. Can I ask him today or do I have to wait until I go to heaven?"

Oh Lucy! I sure will miss these conversations we have someday, just trying to figure out every detail of the world.