This is me with my nephew and his grandmother.
I say "his grandmother" because she is not my mother.
Long story.
What looks like the beginnings of a bald spot on my head doesn't bother me at all.
(cut to Ben sobbing in a corner, "My hair! My beautiful hair!")
The blanket on her lap was her present from him which he picked out himself, and yes it is a baby blanket, but a very soft and cuddly one and she adored it.
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Yeh, that is what I told myself when my hair started to 'go'. I give you 18 months - 24 at the most. I will tell you what George Constanza told someone once - LIVE DAMMIT...LIVE LIKE IT'S THE LAST YEAR OF YOUR LIFE BECAUSE IN MANY WAYS, IT IS. Happy Holidays.
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