I am having a really hard time with something.
You have this little section of hair. It's by your neck. It's your baby hair and sometimes it curls and sometimes I kiss it and sometimes I play with it while you're nursing.
When you wake up, it flips out and your dad and I smile at each other and talk about how you are the cutest thing in the whole entire world.
I gave you a hair cut last week, and I tried, but I couldn't cut it.
I'm sorry that you have a mullet.