September 14, 2010 by jessperriam
I was walking my four-year-old niece home from kindergarten yesterday. Aunty Jess was on babysitting duties. Heaven help the children.
Before I left the house with her little sister, I made a startling discovery as I brushed my hair. I wanted to gauge her thoughts on this…
“Hey cheeky monkey, I found out something bad this afternoon…”
“What happened Aunty Jess?”
“I found some grey hairs…”
“Why is this bad?”
“Because it makes me look like an old lady!”
So clearly no horror reactions from the pre-school market. This is good.
Still looking for a reaction, I marched up to my mum with my hand holding my hairline back.
“What am I looking at?”
“My hair! I have some grey hairs!”
“Yeah, so what? I can’t even see them.”
I surely thought my Dad would have something to say about it.
In return, I got a big old belly laugh.
“I can’t see them, and even if I could, if you have to hold your hair back for us to see it, it’s not really there, is it?”
But just for the players at home, can you see my grey hairs?:
I’m not too worried about the new grey hairs… they’ll fall out. And even if a few more replace them, it’s kind of cool to have a Cruella deVille style patch of grey… isn’t it? And it would be kind of cool to be a legitimately grey nomad… at the age of 25, wouldn’t it?
Leave your condescending premature ageing jokes in the comments box…