Still along the same vein with Larysa....
She was sitting in the office chair behind me trying to give me a head massage when she announced in a horrified tone:
"Mum you've got lots of grey hair! When are you going to colour it to match the rest of your head?"
I was a bit disappointed, because, after years of colouring my roots to disguise my greys, I thought it time to abandon all pretenses, and go 'au naturel'. This was not a split-moment decision, but carefully thought-out based on: economics (I'd save myself at least 200 pounds a year), truth (it's time I faced the fact that I'm no spring chicken) and health (all those chemicals must be having some sort of effect on me).
I tried to explain as gently as possible how I was thinking of leaving it as is, but this just induced an even more horrified repsonse:
"Mum! You can't show up in the playground at school looking like my grandmother!!"
My God, she's just added about 20 years to my age and has now put me in that dreaded category of "parents who mortify their children". We're ready for our own Jerry Springer episode, complete with half-dressed young girl and her blousy still-more-undressed Mom duking it out on national tv - expletives bleeped out, of course.
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