Shaving my head as a quiet revolution
It was gradually dawning on me that most people were working hard to studiously avoid mentioning the fact that I had shaved all my hair off. A female colleague who came out a door and hadn't time to think or compose herself, blurted out, "Oh Jesus, your hair!"
When the kids saw me the younger one said, "Your hair's all gone!" and ran and hid behind the sofa. It reminded me of when both of them were younger, when my wife would get her hair cut, and there'd be much wailing and gnashing of teeth and they'd be afraid of her for a day or two, wanting their old Mummy back.
The older one, who has developed some sangfroid, laughed in my face, and said, "Your hair's… em… nice?"