My boy (turning to face the taunter): Your hair is BROWN. That's the color of POOP. My hair is RED. That's the color of FIRE!
The little boy didn't know what to say. My boy, on the other hand, walked off looking quite pleased with himself.
I didn't know whether to laugh, give the boy a high-five, or go hide in a corner and weep softly.
I am delighted that my boy is practically bursting with self-confidence and is so quick-witted. That said, I think that sometimes he is entirely too smart for his own good.