A short Tragedy/Comedy based on a true story:
Me: (making a very dramatic exit from the bathroom) Gray. HAIR. Four of them. Can you BELIEVE IT???
Husband: (rolling eyes) Gee dear. (quite sarcastically) I am sorry to hear that. There were only four. That's a positive huh?
Me: (Processing the total cost of a divorce from this man) Are you KIDDING ME? ONLY four? What is wrong with you? I'm 30! I wasn't planning on getting gray hair until I had at least 7 grandchildren!
Husband: (rolling eyes as he leaves room) I just remembered I have to call that guy about that thing...
6 year old son : Let me see your gray hairs mommy. Where are they?
Me: On the bathroom counter. You can't miss them. They're not just gray. They're NEON gray!
6 year old son: (hollering from the bathroom) Mommy don't be sad! These hairs aren't gray....They're white!
Awesome. Even better.