The Boy has been asking me to shave his head this summer. When he woke this morning with hair like this…
I decided today was the day. Boy hair is the greatest thing in the world. It requires almost no care whatsoever. I don’t have to chase him around the house with the hairbrush, or listen to him whine while I yank through his snarly hair. I love it. But, once it starts to stand straight up, I know it is time for a trim.
The Darcy baldness gene is strong. No male heir has retained their hair in any of the previous generations. At least, none that I have met. Or seen pictures of.
Doesn’t bother me, though. I like bald men.