Fuzz and Loss

Quick post for today.

Yesterday T and I went to school. Outside, I sat down, pulled out the detangler solution spray bottle and a wide tooth comb. I picked T's hair nice and beautiful, dabbing the excess water with a paper towel.

Putting the comb and such away, I found a little ball of fuzzy hair that had come away as a natural consequence of human shedding combined with one or two unfortunate tugs. I showed the fuzz (in a blasé sort of way) to T before tossing the mini fur ball into the bushes.

T stood up and gave me a forlorn sort of look.

"What's wrong," I asked, wondering how, in less than 30 seconds, he had gone from bubbly and chipper to hangdog.

"Nothing," he insisted.

"It's obviously not nothing; what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Ok T, I know something's wrong, so tell me or we're not going into the school."

T sighed. "Well, how am I supposed to grow out my hair if you pull it out?"

I blinked, then shook my head, grinning. I took down my ponytail and ran my fingers through my hair. A clump of long, dark hair came off on my fingers. "Look T, do you see that? That's my hair." I pulled out another few hairs. "And see that? It's coming out not because I'm ripping it out, but because our hair falls out ALL the time. Every day we lose a bunch of hair. Besides, when our hair falls out, birds come and use it for their nests."

He seemed unconvinced, but eventually he let it go enough to move on.

He's so weird.