His Wit

Andrew and I were walking through the vitamin aisle at the store today. They had one of those TV screens where you can see yourself from behind. You know everyone looks at themselves out when they walk past. It's your chance to casually check out your butt while you're walking.

I'm casually looking through the vitamins when Andrew yells out, "I'm I balding?!" 

Oh no... I've been dreading this conversation... what do I say? 

I patted his cute little head and told him, "Well, you are your father's son. We knew it would happen someday. But it's really not that bad!" 

Without missing a beat, Andrew whines back at me, "I just got over acne and now I'm balding! Where are my glory days??"