Perspective

I've noticed lately that Doug grimaces when he sees pictures of himself like this one:

He doesn't like to see his changing hairline.

However, as I was straightening the shelves today, I stopped to look through an old photo album, and I think I've found a way to convince him that losing his hair is not such a disgrace.

I can see how a boy who is born with hair like this could take pride in it.

But this is not the first time Doug has cringed at his hairstyle.  He recalls his dad's favorite method as the bowl cut. 

In his memory, those cuts were embarassing.  So as soon as Doug was capable of taking care of his own hairstyling, he took the task very seriously.

Not even a body cast could stop him from taming his locks.

Take a look at some of these pictures, where I suppose Doug thought his hair was looking good!

"The Butt Part"

"No, there's nothing in your teeth.  But what's that in your hair?"

"Is that a mullet???"

So anyway, Doug, I'm thinking it could be worse.  Maybe bald[ing] ain't so bad!

To be fair...I've had some bad hair myself.

And even with my own history of bad bangs,

I guess I'd be pretty upset if mine started to fall out.

But on Doug, I don't really mind.

 Love you, honey!