M-Head: Revisited

Background:
My childhood memories are filled with (as most people's are) embarrassing moments, good times, and lots of laughter...usually at the expense of one of the five people in my family. If you've ever hung around my family, you know that we are pretty much a bunch of goof balls. We have nicknames for things that only make sense to us, we laugh so hard at family dinners that someone ends up with liquid coming out of their nose, etc, etc.

Back to the present:
Yesterday in the office we were talking about people balding. Eddie mentioned that he doesn't think he'll ever go bald, but his hairline is receding. "I'm getting quite an M-head." When I heard this I jumped up on my chair and said "Did you say M HEAD??". "Yeah, (pulls back hair to show me his hairline) see? Its like an M." I then had to launch into the M Head story:

For as long as I can remember, my dad has told me I have an M Head. Its a Christian family trait, he would say, I have it too! I accepted this statement as fact. This was my first mistake.

I went to a regional high school. In middle school we had 43 kids in our class. This meant that you were pretty much ready for a change by the time you got to 8th grade. Imagine every Green Brooker's excitement when we went to a high school with 300 new faces in our grade alone! I had biology class with some of the waay cute boys, including Chris C who sat right next to me. One day in biology we were learning about genetics. Miss Dukes talked about recessive and dominate genes. "Now, who can tell me the two types of hairlines?" Well, I thought, I know this one, and what a great way to show off to hottie bo bottie Chris C (mistake 2 - in 9th grade, no one likes the know-it-all)! I raise my hand.
"Yes Katharine?"
"Well one is called an M Head"
Silence.

"Umm...what did you say?"
"M-Head..?"
Giggles...Chris looking at me like I have lobsters crawling out of my ears. My face turns as red as a tomato.

"Umm...I guess you might call it that...does anyone know the real name?"
O.M.G. Total mortification. I am silent for the rest of the class.

That night, back at home, we are all sitting around the dinner table and Dad starts his normal routine. "So how was every one's day?" This question was usually met with silence, so he would have to address the three of us specifically. He gets to me and asks, "Goosey (see with the nicknames?), how was your day?" "well....YOU DIDN'T TELL ME 'M HEAD' WASN'T THE REAL NAME!!!!" "What?" I launched into the whole story and everyone lost it (as they should).

This story has gone down in Christian family folklore. I just never thought I would meet anyone else who called it the same thing!