Yesterday afternoon, Samuel says to me, "Mommy, why do you have blue in your hair?". Blue in my hair? My mind whisked through my day trying to figure out what I had handled that had gotten blue in my hair. Paint? Food? I kneeled down next to Samuel and asked him to show me where the blue was. He reached up and pointed to the good inch and a half of gray hair showing along my part in my hair.
Note to self: Eight weeks is too long in between hair colorist appointments.
Note to others: I am really, really going gray.