I got up at five this morning to shower and try to do something with my face to make it more presentable, and had a little bit of time before waking up the girls.
I got bored.
I had already slathered my hair with the plethora of products to try to tame it down and still had the hair gel by me. I look at it.
I look back at Darrick, looking comfy as all get out with his arms propped up behind his head and snoring like it pays him money.
He has no hair on his head….but he has armpits.
This morning, he woke up to teeny, tiny dreadlocks in places I’m pretty sure he never expected.