The Big Hair

The last few days when I’ve been giving Troy a bath, I use the soap to pull his hair into a single long spike on the top of his head. He loves admiring it in the mirror before mashing it down so I can do it again.

Tonight, I was in a hurry, so I didn’t do it, and he said, “Do the big hair, dada! Do the big hair!” I laughed and twisted his hair into a big spike for him.