A Sad Day

My daughter sat next to me on my 43rd.

And she stared at me intensely.

“You have white hair in your beard.”

Not really that big of a revelation. White hair has increasingly overrun the dark ones.

Soon after, “You have white hair in your hair.”

“That’s sad.”

Well shoot, what kind of day is it going to be when my entire head and bread are covered with white hair.

Dad, Is That White Hair In Your Beard and Hair

Not to be outdone, two days later, she delivered another zinger.

This time for her aunt.

As Annie gave Teresa a hug, she turned and retorted without pause for reflection, “You smell like a cow.”

If you ever need a honest opinion from a six year old, I know just the girl.