Daddy wasn't born yesterday

I was in the bathroom this morning when Yordi waltzed in.  She saw me preening in the mirror and told me that I looked great. I said I would be finished as soon as I yanked this one particularly irritating hair.

"Really, Dad, your hair looks fine as it is," she smiles.

"Thanks, but this one is grey and it's bugging me."

"Gah... Dad.  Everybody at church has grey hair.  It's okay." She smiles and bats her eyes reassuringly.

"Um... that's very thoughtful honey.  Wait.  You just want me out of the bathroom don't you?"

"Yeah, I need to brush my teeth."

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