Little Johnny Walked Up To His Mother

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Little Johnny walked up to his mother and stared at her hair. As mother scrubbed on the dishes,

the johnny cleared her throat and sweetly asked,

“Why do you have some grey strands in your hair?”

The mother paused and looked at the Little Johnny,

“Every time you disobey, I get one strand of grey hair. If you want me to stay pretty, you better obey.” The mother quickly returned to her task of washing dishes.

The little Johnny stood there thinking.

He cleared her throat again, “Mother?”

She sweetly asked again.”Yes?”

Little Johnny replied.

“Why is Grandma’s hair all grey?

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