My grandson has gotten used to seeing my bald head. He imitates me by putting my wig on his head. He doesn't understand why I am bald and he doesn't ask. He loves me just the way I am.
My grandson has gotten used to seeing my bald head. He imitates me by putting my wig on his head. He doesn't understand why I am bald and he doesn't ask. He loves me just the way I am.