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.
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.