little tiny

I don't know why I started calling my little sister Catherine "Little Tiny," but for some reason she loves it. I am absolutely in love with this little girl. She says the funniest things. A couple of days ago she asked the funniest question. I had picked her up from her BYU kindergarten, we had eaten lunch at my house, and we were driving to her kindergarten in Pleasant Grove. She hadn't said anything for a few minutes, so I asked her if something was wrong.

C: I kind of have a question.
Me: What is it?
C: Well...I was just kind of wondering when I'm going to start looking like an aunt.
Me: (amused/confused) What do you mean?
C: I mean, am I going to get gray hair?
Me: (trying to contain outrageous bursts of laughter) well kiddo...you probably won't get gray until you're like, a hundred years old. Like a grandma or a grandpa like mom and dad.
C: Oh ok.

Poor kid has probably been stressed about getting gray hair ever since Milo was born.