Could this be the end of "I Spy"?

At Chili's Sunday night, Alex and I were playing "I Spy" while Daddy fed Carter.
"I spy blue squares next to each other," I said, just before Alex found the blue tiles on the table.
"I spy something grey all next to each other," he said. I looked around and asked, was it the grey ceiling beams? the grey backs of the chairs?
"No Mommy, it is your hair!"
He's too young to play a mean joke, right? Alex, I'd like to point out that any grey hair (As well as my "wrinkled tummy" you so kindly pointed out to me the other day) is a direct result of YOU, dear boy. and Carter helped.