A Grey Day

While Youngest Daughter was having a shower this morning, I sat in front of the computer, unsuccessfully trying to catch up on reading blog posts from the ever expanding list. She finished her shower and came into the room where I was.

YD: Mum.

Me: Hmmm…?

YD: I found a grey hair.

Me: Oh.

YD: It’s not on my head.

Me: BWAHAHAHAHA!

YD: It’s not funny. It’s embarrassing.

Me: BWAHAHAHAHA!

YD: Shut up!

Me: BWAHAHAHAHA!

YD: I’m twenty two. TWENTY TWO!!

Me: Well if it’s any consolation, I was sixteen when I found my first grey hair…

YD: Were you??

Me: …But it was definitely on my head.

YD: Fuck off.

Me: BWAHAHAHAHA!

YD: I pulled it out.

Me (instant evil thought hatching): Oh no, you shouldn’t have done that!

YD: Why?

Me: Because for every one you pull out, three grow back.

YD (with a look of pure horror): AW SHIT!

She stomped off upstairs to her room and after about ten minutes I took pity on her and told her that bit about three hairs growing back wasn’t true.

It’s five.