So I'm in the middle of a major AGA fallout for which I probably should give my former boss the credit. I'm in the bathroom dumping Toppik in my head (because I don't want to mess with the wig), and I run out. About that time my 13-yr-old son says, "more scalp than Toppik, time to get the clippers!" And proceeds to chase me with my horse clippers. Only in my crazy world.....