Realizations...

you see,

we were standing in line at a ride in disneyland

and my mom was staring at my head.

i was a bit confused and asked her what she was looking out.

she touched my head, and just said, "hmm"

i then, became really paranoid and asked her what she saw.

(now i wish she hadn't said anything)

she said, "you have some white hairs."

"what? white hairs?"

how can that even be?

she said, "missy, i got white hairs when i was 25."

paranoia has sunk in.

i don't think i can do "the melt" hairstyle anymore.

i have to dye all my hair so these white ones go away. pronto.

so thanks mom for calling me out.

(thanks graff genes for making me have white hairs already.

p.s. my grandparents are adorable.)

as you can see, i've had a hard time with this.

and i came home from disneyland

and picked out a few more white hairs.

curse!