I took Jack and Nora to the park for lunch last Monday. It was a gorgeous day, so it was very crowded and we didn't get a turn on the swing until right before it was time to leave. As I pushed Jack, a man pushed his daughter in the swing next to us. This man was a bit deficient in the general hair area. OK, he was balding. "He doesn't have very much hair, Mommy," said Jack. I pretended not to hear him, but Jack is determined. "He doesn't have very much hair, Mom. Mom? Mom? Hey, Mom? He doesn't have very much hair. He doesn't have very much hair, Mom."
I mean, what do I do in that situation? Do I say, "Yes, Jack, you are correct"? What about, "Well, neither do you, anymore, my friend." Because the only thing that would end the loop of observation would be a vocal acknowledgement. And before you say anything, yes, I tried to distract him. It went like this:
"He doesn't have very much hair, Mom."
"Jack, do you want to watch a show when we get home?"
"Hey, Mom? He doesn't have very much hair."
Happily, the man seemed not to hear. Now whether that was because the wind was whipping away Jack's words or because he was graciously feigning deafness I couldn't say, because I certainly wasn't about to make eye contact.
Well today we went out for dinner and, lo, we were seated right by an elderly couple. And hey, look at that! The man didn't have very much hair! I might not have noticed that, myself, but fortunately I had someone handy to point it out to me.