I'm Allison's husband, I used to blog around here, and according to Allison it's high time I blogged around here again. So here I go - bear with me, I'm a little rusty.
Allison and I have a daughter, as you may know. Her hair is growing faster than a goose's liver on a foie gras farm, and for the past several months she's basically seen the world through her bangs. She'll be surprised when she finds out Mom and Dad aren't striped. The bangs-in-the-eyes thing isn't really our fault. We try to keep them out of her face with hair clips, but the only thing she loves more than begging for bites of dessert is pulling hair clips out of her hair and handing them to us with this self-satisfied I-just-found-the-ark-of-the-covenant smile on her face.
The point of my ramblings is that we actually got into a little hair clip making frenzy (maybe we'll be able to trick her into wearing them one day). Here's my first attempt:
Yes, that's C. elegans - complete with stylized anatomy.
And here's the clip in action. Oh, and yes, that's a pink camo t-shirt she's wearing - comes in real handy when we're trying to hide her in the children's section at Target.