While I was talking with my husband on the phone, I looked down at our youngest son, Noah, and started laughing. I couldn't help it.
I said "I think Noah is having a bad hair day"
My husband laughed, but quickly denied it. "Baby's don't have bad hair day's, Dear," he replied.
We laughed together; the thought did seem quite absurd.
But then I took another look at Noah and thought... I beg to differ.
At least a bad hair day never looked so cute.