About 22 years ago, husband and I had our first fight. Weren't even married yet, but I remember driving down the freeway yelling at each other over children with blue or purple hair. husband was admantly against it - I couldn't have cared less, as long as they were more or less civilized-behaving teens. Flash forward to now. OMG, I'm clairvoyant and then some. difficult child has already been home with- the blue hair (and then bleached white when the blue wore off). That doesn't bother husband as much as the demented Dr. Seuss outfits he wears. My poor husband is really mortified to go out in public with- difficult child. I decided I'd better warn husband about latest hairstyle. I didn't ask difficult child for details - hearing that he had shaved half his head was pretty much enough info for me (or too much information). I'm kinda having fun (in a weird mother-of-a-difficult child kind of way) imaginging exactly *which* half got shaved - front, back or side??? husband about stroked out. Poor man. He's just not getting this detachment thing down real well. Guess I'll be taking difficult child grocery shopping for the next several months, LOL. We laughed about our first fight for a few moments, then husband got real serious and said this was all *my* fault. Somehow by bringing up that discussion 22 years ago, I caused difficult child's interesting coiffures today. Detach detach detach. And hair grows.