The other day the girls wanted to brush my hair which is one of my all time favorite things. They will literally brush it for hours if I let them. Anyways I was on the sofa nearly comatose from all of the brushing Mary and Miss Almanzo had done, when Mr. Laura walked up.
Mr. Laura: It looks like you have a few white hairs right here.
Ma: That's because I do.
Mr. Laura: You mean you are old?
Ma: Well I wouldn't exactly put it that way, but yes I am getting older with each passing minute.
Mr. Laura: I didn't know you were old. Are you going to die?
Ma: I'm not planning on dying anytime soon, but yes someday I will die.
Mr. Laura running off to tell the others: Hey guys, momma is old! Come look.
I think this is the first time I have been declared "old". I must admit it really bothered me. So much for the peaceful, blissful state created by all of the hair brushing.
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