It has been a week of unfortunate hair choices. Every six months or so, I make a grand attempt to discover if this will be the year that a beard successfully grows in. And each year, I discover that this was a poor idea, usually long after it has become apparent to the outside world that it would be a good idea to give up the goatee.

But if my judgment is questionable, you have to wonder about Kate -- who assigned me the task of brushing the baby's hair after a recent bath. As Kate picked a sleeper out of the closet, I set to work on styling Charlotte's hairdo. Naturally, I decided that I couldn't fight nature. Charlotte's hair has a tendency to stick up comically in back, so I was curious if it could be made to stick up in front as well.

And that is how you end up with a baby faux-hawk for two days.