Well, huh.

When I woke up this morning, my husband had hair. I might not have had coffee yet, but I'm really quite certain this is true. Then I go to make breakfast and he went to shave, only he doesn't seem to have stopped with the stubble.

...

On the bright side, now his head is fuzzy and I'm the only one who's allowed to rub it without having anything broken. Also, at least it's not a full buzz cut.