Wingnut and I decided we would head out for a quick lunch and coffee without the kids before Wingnut's quick trip to Dallas this week. While he showered in our bathroom, I used the kids' bathroom to put on finishing touches. I very rarely use their bathroom and now I have a good reason not to. The lighting in that bathroom is much harsher than the soft lighting I have in my bathroom. As I was fixing my hair, I saw them. Three wiry gray hairs on top of my head. Red heads don't go gray! I've always believed the beautiful hues of auburn and strawberry just faded over time. What is up with the gray hair?!
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"?
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Your Bro!
+JMJ+
Sissy: No sympathy for you when you get your first gray hair! The two of us can go "Lucy" together :-)
Your Separated Brother