Dave did it.
He chose baldness for his role in the upcoming Prairie Playhouse production of Annie as Lt. General Oliver “Daddy” Warbucks. I have long dreaded the day.
He got a shorter haircut a couple of weeks ago and shaved all the facial hair to try to “warm me up” to the idea.
Then we gathered the family for the dastardly deed so the grandbebes wouldn’t be freaked out by him, but they kind of are.
Dave is bald.
A buzz and a Bic and voila. A huge pile of his thick, healthy, black with ever-so-few white hairs was vacuumed up and disposed of as if there is no concern for its future return. And perhaps there is not. For when I had the courage to touch it the following day, it was so thickly populated with little hair buds that it was like Velcro – not at all smooth the way a truly bald man’s head might be.
“It will grow back,” Dave promises me each time he sees me eyeing him warily.
So he is bald to be Daddy Warbucks.
But I keep wondering if I could get some seed and turn him into a gardening experiment like this?
Dave and his Bic are going to have to be very close friends for the next TWO MONTHS! Yikes!….Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: Tomorrow, tomorrow Dave’s hair will grow back…