Now that I’m a big girl, mommy brushes my hair every day. She also styles it with a pretty hair clip or two. I love my hair clips! They come in various colours and sizes. Some even have pretty flowers on them. What I’m not a huge fan of is having them in my hair. I can’t even see them up there. What’s the point of having pretty hair clips if you don’t even get to see them?

Much to mommy’s dismay I take my hair clips out as often as I can. I pull them out, look at them, and give them a taste. So far I haven’t found a hair clip that has been nearly as delicious as it looks, but I’m remaining optimistic and hoping to be pleasantly surprised one day. Mommy doesn’t like it when I taste my hair clips.

Whenever mommy spots me pulling out my hair clips she comes to take them. This adds an element of fun and I giggle while I run away. Eventually mommy catches me and at that point I hand over the hair clips without a fuss. I’m a good girl. Besides, I know where to get more.

Hair styles and hair clips are lovely but that’s not what this post is about. What it is about is the discovery I made because of them. One day while I was running my fingers through my hair in search of a hair clip, I found something I had never noticed before. Unexpectedly my finger ended up in a some sort of hole!

I immediately started exploring by poking around at my discovery. I found a definite hole with a flap of skin surrounding it on one side. It was right there on the side of my head! I tried to get my finger in the hole but it would only go so far and the flap of skin would not come off no matter how hard I tugged at it.

This bizarre encounter didn’t stop there. My other hand instinctively came up to the other side of my head and I discovered a second hole and flap of skin. It was pretty much identical to the first one I found. More tugging and poking yielded just about the same results. I could not make sense of this.

I had found two head holes! I wondered if I had been injured but they didn’t seem to hurt. Were these head holes always there? What could they be for? Did they even have a purpose?

With one hand on each side of my head, I tried poking a finger into each head hold at the same time. That’s when I realized that doing so made the world sound funny. I took my fingers out and the sound went back to normal. Poking my fingers back in there made the world sound strange again. Very bizarre indeed!

About a week later I was on my way home from the park. I was in the stroller and mommy was pushing the stroller down our street. Our house was in view by the time I heard the strange music coming out of our neighbour’s garage. It was very loud and I figured this would be the perfect time to experiment with my head holes.

As we approached the house I pulled out my fingers, got them into position on either side of my head, and shoved them into my head holes. Sure enough the sound changed immediately. I was quite proud of myself and made it a point to look into the neighbour’s garage to make sure my triumph was noted.

I spotted our neighbour in there with a group of people I had never seen before. We made eye contact momentarily and then the neighbour gave me a strange look. I guess he’s just as puzzled by head holes as I am. At that point mommy picked up the pace and rushed me up the driveway. Mommy must have been very tired and in desperate need of a break as I was inside the house in no time.