Baby Wingnut joined me and watched as I plucked the offenders from my head.
"What you doing, mama?" He asked.
"I'm pulling out these gray hairs. Did you give those gray hairs to me?"
"No!" He boldly proclaimed, "I giving you white hair!"
Great, not only do I not get to fade gracefully in my later years, I'm going straight from a fiery red head to a white haired old lady. Where is that bottle of "Lucille Ball Red"?