Mine was on a Thanksgiving when myself and the other grandmother of the family we visited were asked by our 5 year old Grandson. She is called Gram, I am called Gramma.
His Remark to Gram: :Gram what color is your hair>? Red, she answered. Then he asked her another question; Gram do you dye your hair? She said yes, otherwise it will be all different colors. He wasn't finished: he told me my hair was gray. My answer, yea it is. His remark: I like yours better. Gram's face was shocked, she opened her mouth then closed it and said, "It takes all kinds."