Me, checking grey roots in the car vanity mirror. "Hey look, I can get my hair in a ponytail. I didn't think it was that long!"
Ryan, from the back seat. "Don't do that mom. I don't like your hair in a ponytail."
"Why, because you can see the grey?"
"No, because you look like you just got out of prison."
And this child thinks he's going to marry some one someday....