“Three girls, and then a little boy, aren’t you lucky?” To be fair, she was elderly, and Albus was at a distance, and, yes, he really does have such pretty locks. It needs combing, however, so he and his dad suffered through a session that involved a great deal of conditioner and a few tears, and resulted in the top photo (wet). The morning after his hair had dried into, well, this remarkable look pictured below … with an impressive twirl at the side. I wasn’t really able to brush it into submission. It almost looks like it’s spelling something out, if only one could break the code.
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My name is Carrie Snyder. I'm a fiction writer, reader, editor, dreamer, arts organizer, workshop leader, forever curious. I believe words are powerful, storytelling is healing, and art is for everyone.
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