Little do they know...

Yesterday I was joking around with one of the dispatchers at work because it seems like every time I see her her hair has gotten shorter. I told her that every time she cut her hair I was going to dye mine a different color. Big Boss was in the room at the time, and he decided to chip in:

"You do realize that when you're 40 and looking back on pictures of you, you're going to wonder what the hell you were thinking, right? And your kids are going to do the exact same thing?"
"Ha, what kids?"

He didn't find that very funny. He just smirked knowingly at me and wandered off to micromanage the kitchen. (I have to say I'm getting sick of the condescending look older people give me when I tell them I don't ever plan on having children.)

But you know what? I hope that when I'm 40 I can look back on pictures of me now and say "I wouldn't be able to get away with that now, but damn I looked good." Because I don't think I'd like the adult me if I did anything else.