My bald pate seems to beg commentary from students, particularly after I have my routine monthly close clipping.
One girl has repeatedly told me this year, “You look like an egg!”
“At least I don’t look like a seventh grader,” I spit back.
Yesterday, blind-in-one-eye SP walked up to me in his slow, slow gait and looked me carefully in the face before saying, “Your head is shiny. I can see my reflection in it.”
“And how do you look?” I asked him.
“I have chapped lips,” he said.