I was taking stock of all the white hairs surrounding the front of my head when my 4YO walked into my bathroom.
I yanked out one white hair out to show her.
4YO: These are like my teacher's at preschool.
QS: *kneeling* Yup. Look all up here, I have a lot of white hairs.
4YO: *concerned puppy dog face* Oh no mom! Are you getting old?
QS: What do you think?
4YO: No way. I don't want you to get old when I'm grown up.
4YO: Because I want you to be my mommy always.
QS: *pulling her up into my arms* I will be your mommy always, no matter what.
I am the luckiest mom in all the world.