T, you have so much hair.

I mean, you have more hair than H and K had – put together – at the same age.

For now it is absolutely gorgeous and still dark.

But just on top, where one’s bald spot would normally be, you have a large whisp of hair bunched together.

It is frequently sticking up in the air after a good night sleep, but Mom likes bushing it and styling it after your baths.

All that to say, H calls it your “floof.”

Or – sometimes – your “floofy.”

As in:

Let me have a turn. I want to comb T’s floofly!

Mom and I have gotten a big kick out of it.

Don’t you ever cut that floof off…

I love you.

-Dad