The other night we took an evening stroll in the park.
We had such a peaceful, nice time...
...until we turned around to go home, and I saw this...
Oh dreaded baby hair!
She has been sporting a tuft of a yamaka on top, an old man's baldy-strip in the middle, and a unkept rattail on the bottom.
Poor thing.
And now that she rolls over onto her stomach no matter what we do, the other two might fix themselves.
Hopefully.
If not, she is in for one rough childhood.
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