A verbatim conversation with my 91-year old Aunt at Thanksgiving:
Her (voiced filled with concern): What happened to your hair?
me: I got it cut.
Her (with a note of incredulity): Did you cut it yourself?
me: No, my hair stylist of 10 years cut it.
Her (sympathetically): Well, maybe it’ll grow out and look okay by Christmas.
God bless her, she’s 91… I suppose that gives her the right to say whatever she wants. The funny part is that I actually gave some thought to completely shaving my head… and now part of me wants to do it just to see what her reaction would be…