Kids can be brutally honest.
As a school bus driver, I’ve been traversing the same route for over a month. This daily routine has allowed me to form a connection with the kids, getting to know them on a personal level.
One of the children, with a curiosity only a child can have, noticed that I wore several different ball caps throughout this run. He asked why I didn’t wear a hat that said or showed something about Canada.
“I do own Canada hats. I have several that say just Canada on them, and they are my favourite hats,” I replied to the boy. Not remembering which hat I was wearing, I took it off my head, looked at it and tried to point out the features on this hat when he loudly exclaimed:
“LOOK AT ALL THAT PINK!”
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He was not subtle at all in his observation about my head.
Yes, I am balding. I have been slowly losing my hair since my own children loudly and repeatedly told me of my bald spot. When she cuts my hair, my wife will comment on how much less hair there is every time. I have noticed that I require less and less shampoo over the years.
The boy had no interest in my hats anymore. Everything was about this massive surprise of pink when I removed my hat. The entire talk until arriving at school was on hair, or the lack of it.