Adam's Children* (* tact not included)

While visiting the kidlings a few days ago, I was sitting on the floor in front of the couch when Abbey clambered up behind me, with Nik close at hand.

Abbey: Daddy? What happened to the hair on the top of your head?
Me: I'm going bald, sweetie.
Nik: [petting my arm sympathetically] Ohhhh, poor daddy.
Abbey: Yeah. As we get taller, Daddy gets balder.
Me: Um, I'd really rather discontinue this conversation, if you don't mind.
Nik: Well, I—
Abbey: [in the loudest whisper known to man] Nik, if you want Daddy to feel better, stop talking about it it.

Later, when their grandmother came in the room:

Abbey: Daddy, tell Grandma.
Me: Tell her what?
Abbey: [to Grandma, solemnly] Daddy's going bald.

Yeah. Ladies and gentlemen, my kids.