On the weekend, my Mother in Law lost all her hair. Not through any type of misadventure or ill health, thank goodness ... she simply had her head shaved.It was done for a good cause, as part of the Leukaemia Foundation's "World's Greatest Shave" fundraiser.
Willing participants are sponsored to have their hair shaved off or coloured, to raise money for research into blood cancers and their treatments.
We are all very proud of Grandma for raising money for such an important cause - and the new 'hairstyle' is pretty terrific too. Even the kids think it's great. In fact, the Littlest Caveman, who had been insisting lately that he didn't ever want a haircut again, actually asked me yesterday if he could have his head shaved 'like Grandma's'.
Considering the last trim I gave him was a sneaky one while he was asleep (to save arguments), I didn't need a second invitation! I had the hair clippers in my hand and a cape around his neck before he had a chance to change his mind and now his hair matches his big brother's short style. Okay, it's not quite as short as his Grandma's, but he's happy with it.
He even told me this morning, when I complained about the heat, that I should shave my head as well ... 'It's a lot cooler, Mum.' He then pointed out that, aside from myself and the Cavegirl, most of the family has really short hair now - himself, his Grandma, his brother and father. I frowned at that comment. 'Your Dad hasn't had his head shaved recently.'
'No,' he answered, in the knowledgeable tone of a six-year-old, 'but Dad had that bunch of hair on top that's never come back.'
My poor Caveman ... if he didn't already feel self conscious about his bald patch, that comment would definitely have done it.
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