This is my poor child that walks with a continual spike atop his precious head. His two cowlicks collide up top on the peak of his head and point straight to heaven. Occasionally when he wakes in the morning he has a few others that have joined in on the fun. I love seeing him come walking into the kitchen with bed head. It makes me smile every time. How can you not love this noggin'. (The orange juice in the eye interrupted our usual jovial morning.)
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