A few curls at the back of his head showed up and surprised me. I doubted them and figured they were his first case of bedhead. Despite my doubts, they kept springing up after his hair would dry and sometimes even took the form of quite the classy rat tail. Maybe the love is blind saying covers motherhood also since at no other point in my life would I think a rat tail is cute?
After months of mulling over cutting the shape-shifter rat tail, Ryan accompanied Chris to sunny San Diego. I was in the do-not-cut camp because I had faith that once the front of Ryan's head caught up to the back, he would look like this.
|My husband circa 1988|
Then they came home, and I got to see those long awaited curls in person.
My mind was deep in thought for a few days because I couldn't put my finger on what he resembled. Finally after editing a photo of him, I saw it.
Here, I've got a perfect puzzle for you:
Who does Ryan look like?
Do you see it? Let's add a filter. How about now? I'll give you a hint:
|Ryan needs to find a friend named Charlie|