"Actually Archer? Your hair is brown. Like Mommy's!"
"Oh. Yes. My hair is brown. And your hair is brown and Daddy's hair is... Um."
"Daddy doesn't have hair."
"Where'd it go?"
"That's a great question. I'm not sure. Do you have any idea?"
Archer thought for a moment, "Um... Um... Um... Daddy's hair... Um..."
About a minute later Archer called for me from the living room.
"Mommy? Daddy's hair went up in the sky. High, high in the sky. Waaaaaaaay up high, right? Right, Mommy?"
I realized immediately why Archer had come to this conclusion. Archer's sole experience with loss had to do with a purple Trader Joe's balloon he accidentally let go in the parking lot several months ago. It was such a tragic moment even I was in tears. Mainly because I was hormonal but also because of the profundity of watching my child lose something I could not save. Find. Catch.
"Mommy! My balloon! Help! No! Get my balloon MOMMY!"
But I couldn't. There was nothing I could do but stand by my son and watch the balloon float away.
Later, in the car, I explained to Archer that the balloon flew away because it was late to its super awesome balloon birthday party to have some fun and eat chocolate cake! To which Archer wiped the alligator tears from his eyes and asked:
"Chocolate cake with candles?"
This, I thought to myself will be a handy metaphor when the time comes to explain death. And although I was not aware of it at the time, hair loss.
"Yes, Archer. Daddy's hair went up high in the sky. High, high in the sky."
"For birthday party and chocolate cake with candles, right?"
And in other news: King Archer and the Nights of the (not so) Sound Fable aka the miracle of Archer sleeping through Fable's late night wake-up-crying-sessions. Radical.
Also? OMG. This is fucking HIL-AIR-EEEE-US. Ahahahahaha. Oh, man.