Kids say the darndest things sometimes don’t they? When I bent down this morning to give Baby Chick a kiss, he informed me that I had a “line on my head”. You don’t say you darn truth-telling boy. Yes, there is a line Baby Chick Cash, but you better walk it carefully. Curses to you Miss Clairol and your empty promises to touch up my roots. I told him I am turning into a skunk. As he slowly backed away and glanced at my backside, his eyes began to narrow. I believe it was just now dawning on him why my hip-hop rapper name is “G’Ma” and maybe I really am the oldest mom at the 2nd grade PTA meeting.