MyThreeDaughters

I always give my wife heck because she wants to get her hair colored, in order to achieve the purity of her “natural” hair color, which in her mind means the color when she was seven.
And so it was, the other day, that Elizabeth informed me (a lifelong blond) that I had brown hair. So OK, OK, it’s, uh, darkened up a bit over the past 50 decades.
But then, the other day, Miss Bright Blue Eyes went around the family surveying our eye colors and announced that Daddy’s are gray.
Gray.
I told my wife, “Brown hair and gray eyes, that’s a combination you don’t see often. I could completely disappear against a winter sky.”
Brown hair and gray eyes…I bet I could vanish from sight in a pile of mud and sticks. Hey, I’m looking for a new job; maybe I could be a beaver.
So I’m taking votes on which fake eye color I should choose. Chart included.
Such a contest could be the event that tears asunder the three readers of this web site, in a bitter two-to-one final vote.
May the blondest man win.