Aging Gracefully with Paint.

Addison was upstairs with me as I was getting ready for my "date" with Daddy.  As I took the towel off of my wet hair she gave me a weird look.  I asked Addison what was wrong.  She replied, "nothing Mama" and started looking threw the cabinets in the bathroom.  I then asked her what she was looking for and she said she was looking for some paint.  I told her that her paint was downstairs with her other craft supplies.  She then told me, "not that paint Mama, the paint for your hair.  It isn't brown anymore and so we need to put some more brown paint on it!"  Guess it's time to get my roots done.