As I was getting out of bed this morning Amy caught a glimpse of the top of my head.
“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise “You have no hair on that bit!”
“Yes, I’m a little bit bald aren’t I”
“Yes!” she told me confidently “You are getting old like someone’s Granddad aren’t you.”
For some reason I felt like getting back into bed and pulling the covers over my head.
We’re all going bald in our own way. Unfortunately, for some of us it’s literal.
Look on the bright side. At least we wont have any hair to go grey…
I might soon be joining you. My four year old neigbour told me on Tuesday that she was going to ‘cut off my hair and put them on her hair so she has two hairs.’ NICE. I said But then I won’t have any hair! And she said “you can have hats.” I’m not sure what the future holds for her… dictator of Jersey, perhaps?
I don’t remember “The harsh, harsh truth” being in the Streisand song.
I once saw a t-shirt that read: “It’s not a bald spot. It’s a solar panel for a love machine.”
It’s all in the attitude. :)
Jeff – It’s the Ice-T remix version. My next post will be titled “Yo Motherfunking Ho”
If that’s true, shouldn’t “… of the way we be.” come next?
I heard a comic say that hair doesn’t recede so much as it retreats down your back.
Getting old isn’t fair.
Dudelet’s never known me with anything other than a number one cut and a lot of skin on top. He’s also never tired of pointing out that “Daddy hasn’t got a lot of hair…”