Wayne, my dad has had grey hair almost his whole life.  With it slicked and smacked back to perfection, every morning I hear the blow dryer changing direction.  My mom on the other hand, different story.  With hair blond as a blondie gets.  You could mistake her for an albino lion with the blondest, thickest,  and waviest main beautifully streaking down her head in luscious waves of blond strips.
Which is where I get my hair.  My hair, the boy version of my moms, is quite short and stout. But, thick and blond just like my mothers.  I do fear that one day I will fill the shoes of my dads.  Replacing my thick blond hair with thin grey.  That’s like winning the powerball and going broke in 10 years.  With parents with opposite hair types, I’m glad the thick blond life chose me over the thin grey. Sorry dad.