Last night my three-year-old son was walking around naming the colors of everything.
He touches my shirt. “Blue!” he says, and we all say, “That’s right, good boy, etc, etc”.
He touches my daughter’s hair. “Bwown!”
“That’s right, you’re such a smart boy!”
He touches my hair. I’m fully expecting another “Bwown!”
“White!”
[…] I also like to keep my hair real short because of how grey it is. Seeing a head full of grey hair in the mirror makes me sad, so I just cut it all off. […]