A woman was busy all day cleaning the house and grocery shopping. As she was about finishing everything up, hr daughter walked up to her and stared at her hair.
“Why do you have some grey strands in your hair?” the girl asks.
The mother paused and looked at her daughter. “Every time you disobey, I get one strand of grey hair If you want me to stay pretty, you better obey.”
The little girl stood there thinking for a minute.
“Mom,” the girl asked again, “why is grandma’s hair all grey?”