Weave together straw and white hairs, apparently

Noodle and I get in the car to go to swim class. I comb my hair with my hands, and Noodle asks, “Mama, do you give your white hairs to the birdies for their nests?”

Me: “What?”

Noodle: “You know, like the song we sing at school! Do you pull out your white hairs and give them to the birdies so they can build their nests? My friend’s mom does it–my friend told everyone at school!”

Me (making a mental note to text said friend’s mother and mock her mercilessly): “Well, Noodle, that would be a very nice thing to do, but I don’t have any white hairs, RIGHT?!”

Noodle (after a long pause): “Um, REALLY?”