Grey Hair

A young child walked up to her mother and stared at her hair. As the mother scrubbed the dishes, the girl cleared her throat and sweetly asked, "Why do you have some grey strands in your hair?" 

The mother paused and looked at her daughter. "Every time you disobey, I get one strand of grey hair," she said. "If you want me to stay pretty, you better obey." 

The mother quickly returned to washing dishes. The little girl stood there thinking, and then cleared her throat. 

"Mother?" she sweetly asked again. "Why is Grandma’s hair all grey?"