This morning, Ryan came into my room around 9 a.m. and woke me up. I’ve been sleeping in lately, trying to rest up from my bout with pneumonia.
Okay, even if I wasn’t sick, I’d sleep late on the weekends. But at least now I have a legitimate excuse.
Anyways, Ry came in to really get the iPad from my nightstand, but he also likes to say good morning and tell me to go back to sleep. Today, he decided to jump in bed and talk with me for a bit as I woke up.
I haven’t shaved in two days, so I’ve got a nice scratchy beard going. Ryan loves rubbing it and asking me a zillion questions about it.
“Does it hurt, daddy?”
“When I get big, I’ll grow hair too?”
“How fast does it grow? It’s so rough already!”
It’s pretty cute and a good excuse for not shaving. But today he noticed something different. Something he’s never noticed before. Yes, I’m talking about… ear hair.
It’s something no one wants to talk about. No one wants to admit exists. But it does.
Apparently, ear hair grows proportionally to your age. I never had an issue with it until a few years ago. I’ve got one of those small nose and ear hair trimmers that I use. So clearly, I’m not the only one with this issue, or they never would’ve made those trimmers, right?
Anyways, Ryan looks at my ear and goes, “You have hair in your ears! LOTS of it!”
Good morning to you too, buddy.
And then he asks me an odd question: “Can I touch it?”
Not one to stifle my kids’ curiosity, I thought for a second and then said, “Sure.”
He looked at my ears. Thought for a second. Then jumped back in sheer horror as he shrieked, “I’m too scared! I’m not going to touch it!” And then grabbed the iPad and rant out of my bedroom.
That experience left me with two thoughts.
First, I clearly need to trim my ear hairs.
Second, why the heck do we even have ear hair in the first place? Are we more susceptible to ear infections as we get older, hence the need for more ear hair to protect our ears? Do our ears get colder as we age? Do we no longer need to be attractive since we’re past our prime?
I fear I’ll never learn the answers to these questions, just as we’ll never know why men have nipples. And if you’ve made it this far in my post, I thank you. Clearly you’re either horrified (like watching a roadside accident) or you’re in the same boat as me.
I just had to share this one with you guys to see if anyone else is going through this wonderful transition in life. Thanks for lending me your ear.
What do you think ear hair is good for?