My silly daughter. She got a hold of my label maker and started going nuts. Our friend Megan had the misfortune of being in the house when the labels started flying. Tongue. Uvula. Duodenum. Elbow.
No one escaped the carnage. I was tagged myself in a shameless display of disrespect for her elders.
It is, however, inaccurate. It ain’t exactly a bald spot. That would require hair around it.