Cowlicks and Hot Chocolate

Ever since the arrival of his first few baby hairs, whenever he's tired his hand has gone unconsciously to the top of his head to twist, twirl and pat at his hair. It's how he falls asleep every night, how he wakes up every morning and how I know he's ready for a nap. Often he wants my hair instead, climbing up, cuddling close, little arms around my neck, fingers busy, saying, Hair, hair. 

And it's given him one hell of a cowlick.