So I’m just waiting for the day for our daughter to ask my wife, “Hey mommy, where’s daddy’s hair?”. With a tear in my eye and the straightest shoulder-to-tip-of-index-finger possible I’m going to point at her and say, “Have you looked in the mirror lately!! Huh, have you?!” Hahaha.

But seriously, I do think the shorty doo-wop took my hair. Maybe not all of it, but some of it. In my youth I used to have the biggest afro in the community. Kids could play hide and go seek in that joint. It was big enough that if I wanted, I could stash my sippy cup in it and pull it out when I needed a drink (like the one Super Globetrotter, Sweet Lou, on the 1970s old school cartoon, remember?).

Oh well, it’s all good. I think it looks much better on my daughter anyway. I was just holding it for her until she arrived. At a restaurant a couple of weeks ago a gentlemen graciously pointed out that he too thought that she took all of my hair. We chuckled, but I knew it was probably true.

So I say Stand Up! all of my fellow bald and partially bald brothers who may have donated their full & rich locks to the little one(s). I stand with you!

*Of course, if you are really interested in donating your hair for a great cause there are plenty of organizations that will take it. One is Locks of Love. Their mission is to return a sense of self, confidence and normalcy to children suffering from hair loss by utilizing donated ponytails to provide the highest quality hair prosthetics to financially disadvantaged children. The children receive hair prostheses free of charge or on a sliding scale, based on financial need.

By | 2010-04-01T09:55:08+00:00 April 1st, 2010|Big Hair, Daddy's Corner, Funny, Hair Stories|