IS  THAT A WIG?

Ok,   I've  taken the family to south Florida  to spend  spring  break  at  my  mother's  lavish  tropical  resort.  Matt  and  Eric  are
10  and 8 years old,  respectively.  We  get off  the  plane, retrieve our luggage, rent our car and head over to Grandma's house.
We're all starving,  so I stop at my favorite bar-b-q  joint on the way. We get seated, order our chicken wings and ribs, and sit back sipping our drinks.....relaxing in the gorgeous sunshine waiting for our lunch to arrive.  Suddenly, the hostess escorts a group of elderly ladies to the table right next to us.  One of them turns to Eric, smiles and says "hello" as she is seated. Eric turns to me and asks, in his LOUDEST voice,
"Hey Dad....how come all the women down here have BLUE HAIR! " Anyone in the restaurant would have had to be deaf not to hear him. I glanced over to our waitress and hostess and they were doubled over laughing. I didn't have the guts to offer even the meekest of apologies to the blue-heads. Ah yes, "out of the mouths of babes........!"
Dad