Aram is pretty excited he is getting a head full of hair.
It only took five years, but it is coming in fast. I would describe it as a mixture of Shirley Temple and Albert Einstein- adorable .
When we were up in the Bay Area, Aram caught a glimpse of a painting depicting me at two years old. I’m sure he has seen it before, but I think my hair in the painting caught his eye this time.
Aram: When did you take this picture of me?
Me: That’s actually a painting of me when I was little.
Aram: No, I don’t think so, it’s me.
Me: Well, I see the resemblance, but that is supposed to be me.
Aram: No mommy, they painted it of me. See my curls? And my nice round head?
Me: I still have curls, but I had a nice round head when I was little, too!
Aram: What happened?
Me: (Now feeling a bit self-conscious) Um, I grew up and it went away I guess.
Aram: Oh… (Looking at me as if I were now a pitiful creature without my round head.)
