On school picture day in the fourth grade, I attempted to put my hair up in barrettes only to have one side that just wouldn't lay flat. Thanks a lot cowlick. So I did what any, normal, nine year old would do. I grabbed the cow-licked hair and cut it off, leaving a two-inch long strip of hair sticking straight up. My Mom was thrilled.

My nine year old daughter has inherited a lovely tuft of hair in the very same spot and it gives her fits when she's trying to put her hair up, just as mine did.

The other day she pulled it back into a ponytail and, as usual, the hair around the cowlick was a mess. Some laying flat, some sticking up, parts of bare scalp showing through.

We were in a hurry to run some errands and as she was climbing in the car she asked, "Does my hair look okay?"

I replied, "It's fine".

But, where I had remedied the situation, her brother ruined it when he looked at her and asked, "You mean your dinosaur head?"

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