Husband Dear has two baseball caps he wears on a regular basis. One he wears to and from work, to run errands, and so forth. The other he wears only when working on his precious MGB. Oh, I haven't told you about the MGB? Some other time. This post is about hats. And hair.
He had to do some work on this lovely, yet complete PITA of a car, and went to find the hat he wears while he works on it, but it was missing! Dun dun duuuuuuun! He went out to work on it anyway, without his hat.
Now, here's what you have to understand. Husband will eventually have no hair. It's just a fact. He's been losing hair since he was a teenager, and recent times, he's losing hair at a faster rate. His bald spot in the back is expanding to meet his receding hairline in the front. No big deal; we both knew it was coming. However, Little Viking has just noticed this. As Husband bent down to look in his toolbox, Little Viking exclaimed, "Dad! Your hair is disappearing!"
We had a good laugh and thought that was the end of it...until the next day.
I had just dropped Philosopher Child off at school and was walking home with Little Viking, who was busy chattering.
"Dad's hair is disappearing because he didn't wear his hat," he said.
"That has nothing to do with it," I explained. "It's not because of his hat. Dad's just losing his hair. Eventually, he'll look like Grandpa."
"Oh. Well, how does it grow back?"
"Usually, it doesn't."
A mild look of panic spread over his face.
"But your hair grows back," I hastily added. I could see he was thinking about all the hair that has ever fallen off of his head.
Hey, who's up for some hair-falling-out nightmares? I'm pretty sure that's coming now.
