My 11-month-old daughter is developing the most amazing dreadlock (singular intended) at the back of her head. It really is a class act. My babs has never been a fan of sleeping on her belly; lying on her back is Amelia’s most comfortable position. This means that she has rubbed the hair on the back of her head into a knotted clump of woollen fluff. I brush it religiously and the fluff flattens for about five whole minutes. Then the clump reasserts its rebellious self. One of my mommy friends told me that the back of her 4-year-old daughter’s head has been in a permanent state of frizz since she was a baby. So my plan is to keep brushing and washing Amelia’s clump and if a dreadlock takes shape, I will simply convert to Rastifarianism and move to Jamaica.
