Lie to me already

Me: "Keaton, look at my hair, especially my part. Do you see a gray hair?"

Keaton (11, looks closely and chuckles): "Oh yeah, Mom, I see a gray hair."

Me (hmmm, she sounded sarcastic, better delve further): "Do you see more than one gray hair?"

Keaton: "Yep, no doubt, there's more than one." (no question, definitely sarcastic)

Me (in shock as I attempt to crane my neck for a better look at the offending hairs in the mirror): "Seriously?! There's more than one?"

Keaton (sensing my panic and enjoying this way too much): "Yes ma'am!"

Me (denial oozing from my pores): "Are you SURE those are gray? Maybe they're blond."

Keaton (the little brat): "Nope, they are definitely gray."

Me (clearly in the middle of a deep pre-menopausal, mid-life panic): Okay, so there's what, two, maybe three?"

Keaton (looking, pointing, and counting meticulously, OUT LOUD): "Hmmmm...there's one...two...three...four...oh, there's a bunch!"

Me: "You're grounded."