A Low Point
I went over to my friend’s house to play Rock Band last Saturday, and had the following interaction with his two-and-a-half year old daughter Zoë:
Zoë, pointing up at my head: Russ! Where hair?
Russ: Uhh, I don’t know, Zoë. I guess it’s all gone.
Zoë: Bald?
Russ, struggling to be heard over the laughter of those nearby: Yep, pretty much bald.
Turns out she had been playing The Sims with her dad, and had learned that babies (who have no hair) are called bald, and made the necessary association. We clarified through experimentation that she did in fact understand that her dad was not bald, and that I was bald. She then got quite a case of the giggles out of touching my primary bald spot when I bent my head down.
I know it doesn’t seem like it, but she’s adorable, really.