Aging Grayfully

I really wanted one of my little guys to say the word "yellow."

"What color is the sun?" I asked.

"Red," he replied.

Almost.

"What color is lemonade?" I asked.

"I don't know!" he said enthusiastically.

Not quite.

"Aha!" I said triumphantly.  "What color is my hair?"

"Gray!" he shouted.

Oh, no.

That one hurt.