So we're walking out of church yesterday. Sawyer and I were chatting about how much he enjoyed helping in the preschool class and what fun he had with the kids. All of the sudden, he glanced up at me and did a double take.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"Wow, mom. Your gray hair is pretty bad." he said very matter-of-factly.
"Yes, I know. I need to color it this week so I don't look like a skunk." I replied.
He put his arm around my waist and said
"It's okay mom. You're a beautiful skunk!"