On Monday after our appointment with the pediatrician, we left Elliott asleep in his car seat and I walked into the the office to talk to Ross. While I was leaning on the desk, he told me to hold perfectly still and started picking at my hair. As we are not the type of primate that does this naturally or lives in the jungle, I was curious and fearful..hoping that it was not a booger or some other disgusting thing he was looking at dislodging from my mane.
To my relief, it was not a booger. It was however, a grey hair. A very brittle, long grey hair. I can't say I was devastated or surprised.
To make me feel better Ross just said it was an albino hair follicle and nothing to worry about.
For the time being, I'll buy that.
To my relief, it was not a booger. It was however, a grey hair. A very brittle, long grey hair. I can't say I was devastated or surprised.
To make me feel better Ross just said it was an albino hair follicle and nothing to worry about.
For the time being, I'll buy that.
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I have my first and so far only, gray hair taped to a dark book shelf. I can see it everytime I walk past it. I can show you sometime when you come over. Wouldn't that be entertaining?
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