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 Why Parents Go Gray ..
The boss of a big company who needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers, dialed the  employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper, "Hello."

"Is your daddy home?" he asked.

"Yes," whispered the small voice.

"May I talk with him?"

The child whispered, "No."

Surprised, and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked,
"Is your mommy? there?"

"Yes."

"May I talk with her?"

Again the small voice whispered,

"No."

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the  boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"

"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman."

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the  boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"

"No, he's busy", whispered the child.

"Busy doing what?"

"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman", came the whispered answer.

Growing concerned and even worried as he heard what sounded like a  helicopter through the earpiece on the phone the boss asked, "What is that noise?"

"A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice.

"What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed.

In an awed whispering voice the child answered, "The search
team just landed the hello-copper."

Alarmed, concerned, and even more then just a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"

Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle:

"ME"

Ardy-ar-ar!!  Real funny!! 

My mother went gray largely do to what I did while growing up as a child.  I had friends who rode motorcycles & I'd go to their house & we'd plan our day.  Sometimes we'd go out to pick berry's & while other times we'd ride our motorcycles to pick up the trash along the roadside. 

And other day's we'd just go out for a motorcycle ride, finding new trails to adventure out on.  My mother knew what time frame to hang out on her front poarche & we'd drive by on my friends motorcycle & I'd give a big wave to my mother who didn't really like the idea of me being out on a motorcycle.  But my girlfriends had one & I enjoyed venturing out on their motorcycles, for we always had fun.

It didn't matter the promises mom made when I had hiccup's & kept hiccuping.  She even promised to buy me a motorcycle.  She must of known that it came as a big shock to hear my mother say that.  However, although I was shocked, I somehow knew my mother would never get me one.

One day a Policeman wanted to pull us over, for driving our motorcyles on the road.  For they were just for the dirt.  He followed us with his lights on, then as the trail approached we waved @ him & went up the trail not to ever see that Policeman for the rest of the day.

We saw another Policeman, who was in his personal car & wanted to pull us over, his head was hanging out the window & we could hear him yelling & screaming @ us to stop.  We knew him & we weren't very nice to him to say the least & split up the same trail, as the previous one.

None of us were Christian then, so being nice wasn't one of our virtures, or whatever.

K4J 

No wonder your parents went gray!  Wouldn't be surprised if the police officers went grey too!

LOL

I see that ya all got a kick out of my story here.  I thought that it was appropriate under this Gray Hair Subject matter.  LOL

K4J

P.S.  Mother's grow gray, when their babies leave the nest.  After all of the stress of raising a child they've become addicted to that level of stress.  There hair turn's gray, they get the shakes:  No, don't leave, I do not think that I can handle life without you.  Please feel free to add to this story of "Why Mothers Go Gray.......," below:

ha ha, I am lucky I guess my late daddy whom is no longer with me had hardly any gary hair and not much it either. My mother don't have much as well.

I have Long Auburn naturaly curly hair...  Hazel Eyes.. hej hej jah jah I am fer ser *tee hee*


Love n' Hugs, \o/

KristiAnn
MsGuidedAngel

My kids are still quite young and I've already gone quite grey! Got enough comments after a while that I dye it on occasion, but at the moment I'm letting it go again for a bit. Can't exactly point to your head and scream "LOOK WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR POOR MAMMA" if you've got a dye job...

Ok, so what have they done to make me go grey?! Well well well...let's just sit here and think a moment about what we hear!

What am I trying to think of? Oh yeah...why I'm grey. (see, we try to forget some of this stuff and end up forgetting other stuff)

1. She SAID I could fly if flapped my arms!

2. You need to get back here right away. Are your daughter's front teeth permanent?

3. Seeing your child get slammed in the face two during a game with a soccer ball two weeks after #2.

4. Hearing "mom, can we join the soccer team for the upcoming season" two weeks after #3.

5. "Gramma, mommy got stopped by a police officer in your car today!"

6. "Hey mom, this is cool! I lost this tooth already and here it is all loose again!"

7. "Mom, what would you do if I accidentally cut up a few little pieces out of the carpet?"

8. "Of course I've been working on my report all day, but I don't know what punctuation I need to use at the end of the the first sentence so I was waiting for you to help me.

9. I wanna see the inside of a jail one day.

10. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!
You jump 50 feet to find out they just wanted to know where the bread was. And it's where you've kept bread for 10 years straight.

11. "I used one of the really BIG knives to chop up my play dough while you were in the shower and I didn't even get cut!"

One of my kids favorites was when I went down to the basement to do laundry. I hated that house and I hated the basement and was sooo scared there were mice. My ever-sympathetic middle daughter hid around a corner and jumped out yelling "SQUEAK!" at JUST the right moment. Good time to be near a washer as I had extra clothes to wash after that one! The child then ran for her life. Hehe! I got her back about a month later when my neighbor's tarantula shed it's skin. We got the shell out put it on a paper towel and got a number of people actually. If you've never seen one you really can't tell it's not a real live spider at first glance.

Gina

Okay Gina,

Here you are.  I had forgotten about what UR nickname was & I was looking for you here under the name Gina.  This is U Know Who From You Know Where.  Now I know who you are.  By the way, did ya get my e-mail to you, in responce to your PM to me from that other website.

It would of given my mother grey hair if she had seen what I did with the transuala that I took to school to share.  I gave it in a jar to my teacher & my teacher took it out & put into her flat hand, telling us that we could hold the transula if we held our hands flat & didn't desturb the transula.  So, I held out my hand & the teacher put her hand out & the transula crawled onto my hand.

I do not know what happened later, but someone else must of had the transula.  Anyway's, it got away & it never came back again.  Maybe we the Transula grey hairs.  LOL

K4J

I've enjoyed all the "gray-hair" stories.  I've been gray since early twenties!

Judy B:  I REALLY laughed at your little story....- cute!

You must of been a wild child & had given yourself too many gray hairs.  LOL

K4J