I’ve been getting gray hairs. Front and center, wiry little buggers. For a little while I was pulling them out. Actually, I had a gray hair and I showed the girls and J pulled it out. Another day, J noticed a gray hair and said, “Ewww. . . you should pull that out.” And then she followed it up with, “But pretty soon if you keep pulling them out, you might be bald.” Nice.
The other day I had a new long gray hair that stood straight up in the midst of all the other normal-colored hair. It just seemed so bold and spunky that I felt a little burst of affection for the new hair, and in a fit of narcissism I decided to take a picture of it. But I’m not too good at auto-photography. Here’s what I came up with:
I’m not making any promises that I’m swearing off future hair coloring or anything. But for the moment, at least, I’m not going to let J get her mitts on this one.