Dear Little Gray Hair:

Dear Little Gray Hair,

I have to admit when we first met, I thought you were cute.

"Look!" I exclaimed to my husband, "A gray hair!"

Jokes were made.

Laughs were had.

A comparison of heads was done.

It was funny...for a while.

Then I decided that I didn't like you anymore and plucked you from my dark brown head forever. Order was restored.

Or so I thought....

Through squinting morning eyes I saw you - in the exact same place from whence you were plucked. Only this time you brought friends.

"Humph," I said to myself, "This simply will not do." Out came the tweezers once again and you were all evicted with a confident flick of the wrist. Pluck! Pluck! Pluck!

I don't know how you did it, but in what seemed like mere hours, you were back once again...with noticeably more reinforcements!

So here I sit with a dilemma at hand. To pluck or not to pluck? You have proven to be a most formidable foe. Your resilience, as astonishing as it is annoying.

But you shan't win, clever villain! For I possess the winning strategy: Preference by L'oreal! ;)

Sincerely,
MomOf3

Written for NaBloPoMo's write a letter a day challenge.