Someone on the Holt board posted a link to this video on interracial dating, made by some Chinese-American college students. I found it very sweet and funny, and it made me realize that some day I’ll be the mother of two Asian teenagers.

The video addresses the tendency of Asian men to be less hirsute than Caucasians, which made Husband and me roar with laughter, because Aitch is one of the hairiest little boys I’ve ever seen. When we got his referral picture, the first thingI said was, “Good Lord, look at those eyebrows!” They were two enormous Brooke Shields-style fermatas on his tiny elfin face. I thought it must be a newborn thing—you know, how some babies are born with a thatch of thick black hair that falls out immediately — but they have persisted.

Boy, have they persisted. Aitch also has hairy forearms and hairy upper arms. He has hair growing on his forehead — not hair that falls over his forehead, but literally growth from his hairline down to those eyebrows. He has hair growing from his sideburns down the length of his jawline — if not for the ministrations of his barber, he would have an impressive set of mutton chops. He has hair growing on the nape of his neck. And his back! His back! Picture Robin Williams on supplemental testosterone, but with more hair.

Naturally I’ve considered that he might have some kind of hormonal imbalance, but the pediatrician has waved me off whenever I’ve brought it up. To which I always reply, “But could you please just look at his back?!”

I think this summer I’m going to buy Aitch this to hide his back-rug — I mean, to protect his delicate skin.