The following conversation took place as Charlotte and I walked into Target this afternoon.
Cha: You need a dress. And you're getting my sissies and me tights. Anything else?
Me: Well, I will look at the shoes, too, but I probably won't like any of them and I'll go to Macy's tomorrow. I also need to get my hair cut tomorrow.
Cha: We all need haircuts. Well, except Daddy. He needs to grow his hair out.
Me: Honey, I think Daddy growing his hair out is a hopeless cause, at this point.
Cha: Yeah, he's just turning into a baldy.
Cha: Maybe that's why his mommy named him Archi-BALD!