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.
on Jul 6th, 2007 at 10:00 am
We’re all going bald in our own way. Unfortunately, for some of us it’s literal.
on Jul 6th, 2007 at 11:14 am
Look on the bright side. At least we wont have any hair to go grey…
on Jul 6th, 2007 at 12:50 pm
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?
on Jul 6th, 2007 at 3:32 pm
I don’t remember “The harsh, harsh truth” being in the Streisand song.
on Jul 6th, 2007 at 4:49 pm
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. :)
on Jul 6th, 2007 at 5:21 pm
Jeff - It’s the Ice-T remix version. My next post will be titled “Yo Motherfunking Ho”
on Jul 6th, 2007 at 6:56 pm
If that’s true, shouldn’t “… of the way we be.” come next?
on Jul 6th, 2007 at 8:35 pm
I heard a comic say that hair doesn’t recede so much as it retreats down your back.
Getting old isn’t fair.
on Jul 8th, 2007 at 11:08 am
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…”