Samuel was messing with my hair and we had this conversation...
S: Momma, I found your white things.
Me: My white hair?
S: Yep. Why do you need white hair?
Me: I don't need it but I am getting old.
S: No, you're not. Daddy's old already.
Me: Ha! Is he old?
S: Yep but you're not old yet.
*You can see why Samuel is my little sweetheart. But I obviously need to get my hair dyed again. :)*
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