Last Sunday, 11-year-old Sam and I cuddled on the couch perusing the newspaper. The morning sunlight streamed through the window behind us. Sam sat up, stretched and craned his neck looking at the back of my head. He frowned. “Uh oh,” he said. “Gray hair – lots of it.” He proceeded to yank out a strand and lay it on the sofa pillow next to me. Sam was wrong. It wasn’t a gray hair. Instead, it shone snow white against its burgundy backdrop. I shrugged. “So I’ve got a white hair. It’s no big deal.” My son then proceeded to yank out more than a dozen of those snowy beauties, carefully arranging the evidence on the pillow in front of me/Cindy Hval, Washington Voices. More here.

Question: When did you start getting gray hair? And/or: Do you wash the gray away?