So there I was, sitting in my car at a red light, looking for and removing white hairs from my 'do, when I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed my son watching me. His eyes caught mine, and he decided to enlighten me with a little advice.
|Check out those white invaders in my rich brunette locks! Out! Out, I say!|
Bear: "No. Forty-two is still young. You are young and beautiful."
Me: "Why thank you, angel."
Bear: "Think of it like rounding. Forty-nine and under, you're young. Fifty and up, you're old."
Me: "Are you saying that when I turn fifty, I'll be old?"
Me: "Cool. Then I have a while yet to enjoy my youth."
There you have it, folks. If you're forty-nine or younger, you're young. Otherwise, just give up and accept your elderly status.
So says Bear.