Change of Coiffure
This is my baby last Saturday. We had gone to the Laumeier Sculpture Park to get some fresh air and sunshine. I think that what he was telling me here is that, if he ever has a daughter, he will name her Sparkle Barlow. He probably would, too.
A few days later, a bang trimming went awry and a much more grown-up-looking little boy took up residence.
Do you want to know the real problem, though, besides the fact that my baby is all little boy now — has been for awhile — and the existence of a envelope full of golden hair that now resides in my drawer, of course?
The problem is the eyes. They’re slaying me, y’all.