Real, Not real
A: Did you feel that?
Me: What? Ok, no.
A: How about that?
Me: Huh? Hey, ow!
A: That was a real one then.
Me: Let me see. Look it has a root on it.
My son and I are having a cozy time together. He’s armed with tweezers in his hand, pulling random bits of stubble and what seems to be hair on my head.
I’ve been wondering if my hair is growing back. At 5 feet tall, it’s easy for many to see whether there is any growth at the top of my head. I am the elf among a country of giants. It’s a race between the Danes and the Dutch among the world’s tallest. The Danes often place in the top five.
Some say there is, but I say maybe it’s the old hair getting pushed out. Hence, the tweezers. If I don’t feel a thing, it is old hair. After a few samples, those that elicit pain add up. Wow. Hair.
My leg stubble is coming back too. Darn.










