I Challenge You...to a Staring Contest!

Remember when you were six, hanging off of the front of the grocery cart and your mom would hiss at you to "STOP STARING at that poor old man! It's rude! That'll happen to your teeth too, buster, if you can't learn to be polite so STOP. IT. NOW."

I have become the old man in this scenario.

What? Oh. Yes! I still have my teeth! Good heavens.

What I mean is that, over the last several months, I've become the spectacle that draws kids' eyes in the grocery store. I am the oddity you tell your kids not to gawk at.

Believe it or not, this was a hilarious revelation to me. Paul and I laugh about it all the time. Since I'm not super sensitive about being hairless, I find this harmless interaction almost flattering. I am bizarre enough that small children feel compelled to study me further! I have become interesting to kids!

It's great because we've all been there - usually as either the flustered mum or the transfixed toddler, of course. But then, I'll bet you can name at least one time you've been stared down by some mangy pipsqueak. Kids can't help themselves. They shouldn't, even. I look hilarious without hair.

So, stare your hearts out kiddos! I'm probably just going to ignore you. And maybe smile.

Shyly. At my feet.