More on hair
Okay, so doing damage to my own hair wasn't enough (although I was beside myself with joy to discover, on awakening, that what's left of it wasn't scattered on my pillow like the ashes of a beloved over a flowerbed.) I took a pair of scissors and one of those groomer thingies to Lukas's head. His hair is so curly, he was looking like a member of the Mod Squad. But then, I'm really dating myself with that one. So I put on a #3 and went to it wiht all the enthusiasm of a waif in a candy store. Looked pretty good, but I couldn't stop. i had to use the pair of scissors to snip off what i thought were strays, but nooooo, they were actually an important part of his do. Hairs clinging for dear life to his white little scalp. Ooops. Fortunately, the bald spots are more toward the back of his head so maybe he won't notice. Annika, his little sister, picked up on it right away and would have squealed had I not threatened her within an inch of her life in the nick of time. Last time this happened (hmm, come to think of it, I think that was the last time I cut his hair) his rat fink schoolmates pointed out every bald spot. Stool pigeons. But maybe I'll get off scot free this time. Pray for me, people. Pray really really really hard.