What Heads are For

"Mama," my nine-year-old son said.  "Do you know why we have heads?"

I tried to suppress a grin. "No, Bubba.  I have no idea why we have heads."

"They hold our brains."

"Oh.  Well, I lost my mind a long time ago, so I probably don't need my head," I said.

"But you need it to blink your eyes.  And swallow.  And sometimes sneeze."

I looked at the boy.  "But Bubba, don't you need a brain to be able to do all those things?  I don't have a brain.  So why do I need a head?"

He took his hooded jacket and placed the hood over the top of my head.  "To hold my jacket!"

Of course.