We get to Central station and Lu looks out the window with a gasp,
"Mum!" She cries "Its a genie!"
I look out the window and stifle a laugh. Standing on the platform is a portly Indian gentleman wearing a turban.
I turn back to Lu.
"He's not a genie." I say
"But look at his head," comes the reply "he looks like a genie!"
I tell her that while the man looks a little like a genie he isn't one. I'm fairly certain.
Lu doesn't buy it. She insists. I retort. She insists. I retort.
"Lu," I say "I think that man is a Sikh. He is from India like granny. Men who are Sikh grow their hair very very long and tie it up in a turban so they can keep it all neat and tidy. I know he looks like a genie because of his turban and yes genies do wear turbans but not all people who wear turbans are genies.
Not all people who wear turbans are genies.
I think there might be an important life lesson in that.