Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today when my husband and I were at a burger place with our youngest grandson, I noticed amongst his peach fuzz hair on his head one strand of hair about two inches long sticking straight up on the top of his head.  I showed my husband.  Oh, no, he said.  We both had a prickle of fear:  he was going to have his grandpa's hair.  My husband's hair has always been unruly, mad scientist hair and electric guitar when it was long.  No amount of brushing will tame it.  We are praying the signs are wrong and the baby will have normal hair, that is, when he gets hair.  When our daughter, his mother, was born, we looked at each other bug eyed and said:  the ears.  But they flattened out nicely and she did not end up looking like Obama.  So perhaps this is just a scare.  But how that one hair could stick straight up, defying gravity, is troubling.  Perhaps there is a baby mousse or quick set cement that will work!