Jesse and I were watching Emily's soccer game this morning when he looks at me and this is the conversation that follows -
Jesse - "momma your hair is blackish and greyish".
me - "what, what do you mean?"
Jesse - "your hair is blackish on top and greyish on the sides"
me - "don't you mean blonde on the sides?"
Jesse - "no, grey"

A couple weeks ago in the van -
Jesse - "momma you're going to die soon"
me - "why would you say that?"
Jesse - "because you are, you're old"
me - "I'm not that old"
Jesse - "yes, you're an old lady" ....and he laughs.

You know, he's right, I am grey (obviously which I'm not hiding very well!) and I am old...and thanks to him, getting older and greyer by the minute!! LOL!!!