An intimate look into the family routine.
So yesterday morning the girls and I are all snuggled up in my bed, mostly asleep, but at that point where you can sort of hear what's going on around you. (Yeah, we're like cats that way.) I hear the 2-year-old sit up next to me, so I open my eyes. There's a naked husband standing over me, wearing his towel like a kilt.
I close my eyes. It is just way too early for this.
Sia looks up at her dad and says, "Where's you hair?"
I open my eyes again. She's right. He's bald. Funny, he wasn't bald last night. In fact, he was downright shaggy by Marine Corps standards.
"You're bald," I say.
"Yeah." I'd better close those eyes for another minute.
I reach my hand up. Bizarro Dad obligingly lowers his head so I can feel the baldness. Alas! Nubs!
"You're all nubby."
"Yeah. I only used the clippers this time. I'm all out of razors."
"Where's you hair?"