My neighbour's child walked up to her mother and stared at her hair. As her mother was washing the plates, the little girl innocently asked, "Mummy, why do you have some gray hair in your hair?". The mother paused and looked at her daughter and said, "Every time you disobey, I get one gray hair. If you want me to stay pretty, you better obey."
The mother quickly returned to her task of washing the plates. The little girl stood there thinking. "Mummy!" She innocently called again. "Yes?" Her Mother replied. "Why is Grandma's hair all gray?" Kindly help Mummy out!