Hubby has been begging for a haircut all week. My best friend normally cuts his hair, but she’s had a lot going on. Well last night Hubby changed the front brakes on her Blazer, then she agreed to give him a hair cut.

I’m always picking at Hubby that I see a little bald spot popping up here or there. Normally it’s just joking because he’s not going bald just yet. He does have a receding hairline, but it’s moving at a very slow pace. I keep telling him we’ll get him hairloss treatment when he starts going completely bald. He says no he’ll shave it all off and just go bald. I say I’m going to sneak it into his shampoo then. I really don’t care if he chooses to have hair or not, it’s just fun picking at him.

My friend was almost finished cutting his hair when her son came running in covered from head to toe in blue paint. He was supposed to be in the basement playing with play dough, but he apparently went snooping until he found the finger paints, and he proceeded to paint himself. My friend and I were laughing so hard she nicked the back of Hubby’s hair. Hubby didn’t even notice, so that caused us to fall into a bigger fit of laughter. She fixed it the best she could, and we sent Hubby outside to shake off the excess hair while I got her son into the bath tub.

We spent another hour there before heading home, and Hubby still hadn’t realized it. He ran his hand all over his head, and he never felt the little bald spot. It happened to be at the base of his hairline, so it isn’t too terribly noticeable. When he got out of bed this morning I spotted it and started laughing again. I finally broke down and told him what had happened, then I held a mirror for him while he inspected it in the bigger mirror.

Hubby laughed and decided if anyone asks him about it at work today he’s going to say the women in his life are driving him to lose his hair. Luckily his hair grows pretty fast, so the spot will be gone in a few days.