As soon as I finish this post, I'm going to go help Michael dye his hair gray (long story).
Bennett went with him to buy the box of color from the store. When he got back, he came up to me and said, "Mom, I want you to help dye daddy's hair now. Not like dying on the cross, like Jesus, but like changing colors. Are you ready?"
I sure am glad he cleared that up. I positively love getting a glimpse into the inner workings of the mind of my four-year-old.
And now I'm off to make my 29 year old husband look like an old man. If you're reeeally lucky, I'll post a picture of him at the end of this post when we're done.