Monday Amusement

I stayed at my sister's house this weekend and watched her kids.  On Saturday I was brushing my hair into a pony tail before taking the kids to the Porter Rockwell Trail for a walk.  I saw a few hairs that seemed a little more bleached than usual.  I turned my head and leaned toward the mirror for a closer look. 

I called my niece up to the bathroom and asked, "Tarah, is this white like a blonde hair or silver like a gray hair?" 

She informed me, completely unsympathetically I might add, that it was indeed gray.