Hair loss?

According to this month's issue of National Geographic, only 2% of the global human population has natural red hair (and 13% of all redheads come from Scotland, which I find strangely satisfying, as a fairly strawberry-headed Scotswoman myself). Supposedly redheads are expected to be extinct by the year 2100---a horrendous loss. Apparently the sun is the culprit; red hair's designed to take in as much Vitamin D from the sun as possible (since west European weather is decidedly moody), but unfortunately, the paper-white skin that generally accompanies red hair has a tendency to sunburn to a cancerous crisp. I can vouch for that. I've blistered horribly about four times in my 22-year lifespan. Nature's definitely chosen against me.

That aside, maybe Andy and I should have kids after all. His brother and grandma have red hair... and genetically I have a good chance of having twins and/or redheaded kids, because both run in my family...
We could be like the Weasleys. I'd give my myriad of offspring stuffy European names and we'd keep a menagerie of bizarre animals; it'd be great. I'd knit mad Weasleyish sweaters. And if I did indeed pop out two wee chillens at a time, I might have to name them Fred and George---even if they were, you know, female.



I kid, I kid.
George isn't a completely bad female name though. It has a certain edge. Female Georges make fantastic authors, after all.