I am heading out to civilization today. In other words, I'm going to a much bigger city than where I live. Before leaving I wanted to journal words of my adorable 6 year old.
"Mom, I see some grey right there," pointing to my hair.
"Yes, I know, I need to get my hair colored again," I reply.
"You really do, Mom, cuz brown and grey just don't go together!"
Sarcastically, I tell her thank you for pointing that out for me. (as if I had not already noticed) She truly thinks she was helping me out so I can't be upset with her.
She is so tenacious and says the funniest things. I love that girl!