Mom, its time to breakout the baby book because I found my first gray hair. And, while not as exciting as, say, my first loose tooth or embarrassing as my first sub-bellybutton hair, I guess turning gray is one of those growing old moments worth documenting.
Like losing my first tooth, which happened after a performance of the Nutcracker at
As some form of suburban punishment, though I’ve been blessed with my health, I’m prone to falling cosmetically ill: I have weathered a brutal battle with braces, will go bald early (but apparently not before I go gray), and spent my adolescence watching the Appalachian-mountains spread across my nose. So it goes….I guess its time brake out my favorite Steve Martin movies.