As I'm rushing the kids and helping them get dressed in order to meet the schoolbus that is due in a matter of minutes, the Boy notices something.
"Mom, is that white hair I see on your head?"
I reply with a sigh in my voice,
"Probably. It's from the stress, sweetie. It's a busy time for me now, so I haven't had a chance to colour it. And Mommy's getting old."
He puts his hand through my hair, lifts it through his fingers and says,
"Wow, there's quite a bit..." with wonder on his face.
But then he smiles at me and says,
"It's actually silver, Mommy. Silver is WAY cool."
My boy, my heart.