A couple of weeks ago, my son caught my full attention at dinner when he dropped his fork into is plate with a clatter, and scratched the back of his head with both hands, full force. I was all, Huh? What the devil is the ma… NOOOOOOOOO!!! I ran over to him and cleaved his massive ‘fro with my hands, and started checking his scalp.
… and they were gone. Nothing but super-shiny locks. I managed to save his awesome hair!! I did the happy dance a lot in the days that followed.