Mo reminded me that she won't be the same age much longer, she said it in the cutest way I wish I could remember. I am grateful that I have been able to stay home with my kids nothing beats it.
This morning went something like this:
Mo had set up an Arveda salon and I made an appointment to have my hair brushed and pretend cut. While she was cutting my hair she asked if I wanted a book, I said no I would like to talk. Here is how it went:
me: What is your name?
Mo: Michelle Reese
me: How old are you?
Mo: Almost 101 my birthday is tomorrow.
me: You look great for 100 do you exercise?
Mo: Yes, and I use this cream on my face so I don't get wrinkles. That's why I don't look like a gramma.
me: Do you have children?
Mo: Yes, thousands. I can count how many I have. I have 75.
She brushed and I sat in silence for a little bit and then:
Mo: You have a little bit of grey hair.
me: You're not supposed to tell people that.
Mo: I know I won't tell j.
me: I don't have grey hair!
Mo: Just a little bit of kind of grey hair....
I didn't tip her.