Today, I Got The Call From My Son We All Dread!

My son David called this afternoon. It wasn't what I was expecting to hear.

"Dad, I have to start driving with the blinkers on. Going to have to trade in my car for a Buick."

I said, "What are you talking about?"

"Gray hairs, Dad. Gray hairs!"

"David, you are twenty"

"Yeah, I know. I can't even go and drink it away."

Well, if you want to blame anyone, kid, you get your hair from your mother's side. And she had them in her twenties. You're even younger than she was when she got them.  And for what it's worth, your older brother isn't gray at all. At all.

And then, I really hit him between the eyes. "Look at the bright side. You didn't get a bald gene."