There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good
she was very, very good.

When she was bad
she was horrid … still so very cute.

When I was a kid, my hair curled like Abby’s. Then over time it started straightening out … until I hit puberty, when it started curling again …. until I had Abby, when it lost most all of its curl again.

Will Abby keep the curls she stole from me? Hard to say at this point. But at least I know there was no mixup at the hospital.