Today, one of my boys was very proud of his growth in the classroom. Unfortunately, he wasn’t talking about academic growth. He informed me, with great pleasure, that he was growing a mustache. It took a superheroic amount of willpower on my part to bite my tongue.
Must…not…respond…sarcastically…
What I really wanted to say was, “ That’s great, J! At this rate, you’ll be the only third grader with a mustache AND your own car!”
While J revels in his overabundant facial hair, one of my girls is facing the opposite problem. Last week, I noticed that J (no relation to the mustachioed) had a bald spot on the top of her head about the size of a fifty cent piece. Poor girl, it’s probably because she’s always pulling on her hair. Do they make Kiddie Rogaine??
Meanwhile, I find more and more of my own hairs turning from their original lustrous brown. I’m not going gray, mind you. These are silver hairs I find myself plucking at night. Pretty soon, the kids will start to call me “Mister Cloud Head.”After all, I will have the proverbial silver lining.
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1 comment:
She probably has Trichotillomania, which is a form of obssesive compulsive disorder commenly manifested in pre pubescent females. (I'm not a freaky doctor majically diagnosing whoever I feel like, I have it,) and she is probably really stressed out and hard on herself a lot. Not many councillors know much about it, but don't do as my grade six teacher did, which was tug on my poney tail, and say YOU HAVE SUCH THIN HAIR like a jackass. Just some insight on her, there isn't anything you can do but be sensitive.
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