Grandsons have a way of keeping one's ego in check.
And one's sense of reality finely tuned.
Almost recently, our oldest child, AngelFace, was having a discussion with her youngest son, MisterSquishy, about her new haircut. They were commenting on how it was shorter and how it curved around her face.
This led to a general discussion about how everybody has hair.
AngelFace: Does Daddy have hair?
AngelFace: Do you have hair?
AngelFace: Does Grampa Dewey have hair?
MisterSquishy: [Scrunching up his face and tilting his head sideways] Not that much.