The Scalp is Half Full

I don't know who told the boys that I was bald, but their delusion is getting out of control.

A few nights ago, I was watching a video pod of my favorite online political blogger, James Corbett.  Corbett is dorkalicious, with almost no hair, big glasses, a googly glare and proper, nerdy speech.  I like him more for his political outlook than his looks or aura... But in any case, Ian came into the kitchen, got one look at this hair-independent man, and said "I think I can see why you like him."

Then tonight, when I came home, both boys had been to the barber, and they had excellent haircuts that at once accentuated their natural good looks and also made them look a bit too much like generic all-American boys rather than my own two lads.  I complimented Daniel on his haircut and said that I liked it so much, I think I'll go out and get one himself.  But Daniel didn't think that was an attainable goal:

"Well, actually you don't have enough hair for one."

(March 14, 2013)