A Conversation with My Daughter

As I'm frantically trying to get my daughter ready for preschool this morning we entered into a very bizarre conversation that only a child with wild imagination could facilitate.  We begin, as we typically do, brushing hair, brushing teeth, picking out clothes etc.  Then we get into our compliment each other bit, I say she looks pretty, she replies "Thanks!  You look pretty too!".  As I'm getting her shoes on, I say "your hair looks very pretty today.  It makes you look grown up" naturally she replies "thanks.  I love your hair too!  But daddy doesn't have hair, where'd daddy's hair go?".  Not knowing what to say, I mutter, "daddy lost his hair."  M looks puzzled, then with excitement she starts stammering "we go to the grocery store mamma, we need to buy daddy more hair!".  Egging her on I ask "now where would we find hair at a grocery store?".  Without missing a beat she says "it's by the balls.  By the balls and bubbles mamma.  We need to go get for him k?".  So there you have it friends, for those suffering from hair loss, you can find hair for sale at the grocery store next to the balls and bubbles.