Our beautiful babe is having a problem we'd hoped he wouldn't have to deal with until he reached his thirties. That's right, folks. We're talking about some serious male pattern baldness.
Every time he wakes up, he's been covered in fine dark hairs and I've been getting angry with the cat and dogs, accusing them each in turn for sleeping in Baby-only areas. The other day while nursing I reached down to lovingly caress my baby's cute little head when lo and behold, I came away with a palmful of dark baby down from the top of his little head.
Unfortunately, the sides and back show no signs of budging. Soon he'll be left with the traditional horseshoe-shaped hairdo, and we'll be forced to refer to him as Little Tony and start hanging around the used car lots on the Avenue.