Then there is me. Me and my hair.
To behold my head of hair is to look into the eye of a hairnado. You can not look directly at my hair or you might go blind. Albert Einstein and Tim Burton want hair styling tips from me. My hair is real and it is spectacular. Shakespeare would write a sonnet about my hair. Prince was thinking of changing his name to a picture of my hair. When I walk into a grocery store, all the angel hair pasta falls to the floor.
I have never seen another head of hair like mine. Let me try to describe it to you. My hair has never been cut. When I come out of the shower, my hair is long and wavy. It is cute, but most toddler hair is cute. What happens next is awesome. Watching my hair dry is a thing of magic. You can see it recoil from its wet state to its dry state. As it drys it goes up and out. I develop a todjewfro, (a toddler jewish afro) of super tight bouncy curls that have a mind of their own. I like to believe that it is the cutest head of hair since the Big Bang. Not the Tv show mind you, the actual celestial event that created the potential of my hair to exist, and a lot of other things like Carbon, Nitrogen, and Gallium. (BTW, Gallium is a metal that melts by body heat. Now you know!) If I go a day or two between showers, it becomes even more impressive. It becomes a tight, interconnected hair complex. When I shower, the cycle starts all over again.
All this talking of hair has got me thinking of a favorite song of our fam. We are big fans of the comedic YouTube duo of Rhett and Link. Gah-koe might have mentioned their belly button song on here in the past. It is worth a gander. The video that I want to reference today is "My Hair Song." It is an epic ode to hair that takes an unexpected turn. You should watch it. It is good. Below the video are some pictures of my hair. Be careful, it it awesome.
|It's pretty tame here, still wet from swimming.|
|My hair in all its glory.|