I’m going bald so I guess my family thought spaghetti would be a nice substitute for hair. . .

I don’t have a picture, but here is the story:

I came home from work and my son and I started wrestling. Apparently, we were eating dinner in the living room so plates of spaghetti were covering the couch. Isaac had me in a nasty choke hold so I lunged backwards to free myself. As my 7 month old flew threw the air giggling and unaware that he can’t fly, my head landed in the center of a steaming hot plate of spaghetti. I let out a yelp–mostly out of shock–and when we realized my scalp wasn’t going to require medical attention we all had a good laugh. For my pain, I got to eat the plate of hair-spaghetti.

Now all the candy is in my belly.