During church on Sunday my son Austin, who was sitting between my wife and I, leaned over and whispered something in her ear.
Naturally, I was curious, so I asked him what he said to her.
"Oh, I was just pointing out to mom that those three guys in front of us all have the same massive bald spot as you do."
I quietly reminded him that I'll remember that in 35 years when my DNA gives him the exact same hair - or lack of it.
Meanwhile, in a related story... Jenny over at MamaDrama has put up a fun contest where she has performed virtual makeovers on fellow bloggers. Quite frankly I couldn't be happier with her decision to pimp me up with the whole Flock of Seagulls thing.
And this gives me a great idea. I'm thinking that next Sunday I grab this same wig and sunglasses and slip them on right before I walk into church with Austin.
That ought to give him something to talk about.