We were at the doctor's getting the little boom a checkup and various injections. Everything was going well and after a short while he pronounced us good to go.

Is there anything else before you leave?

He kindly asked.

Well... There is one thing Doctor?

I described the malady that I had been worried was exhibiting itself in my son.

The Doctor looked. He frowned and pushed his glasses up his nose and looked again. He pulled a great big book down from a shelf and thumbed through it before stopping at a particular page. He nodded and hmmd.

He snapped the book shut and looked up at me.

I am afraid that all the symptoms seem to confirm your suspicions.

Oh no Doctor, say it isn't so?

Yes, I will just say it straight. Your son has red hair.

The good lady burst into tears. I however, set my jaw manfully at the news.

Is there nothing that can be done Doctor?

The Doctor took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

There isn't much I am afraid.

Damn it, man, there has to be something??

Well, there are various dyes and colourings that could be used when he is older. But they don't always take.

I clenched my fists tight.

Will he... Will he have pale skin and freckles too Doctor? Tell us the truth, we can take it.

The Doctor nodded solemnly.

I am afraid it's quite likely...

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I blinked furiously. The Doctor was speaking. I think I might have fallen asleep sitting up. As if to prove it, I could feel a trail of drool on my chin. The good lady was giving me an exasperated sideward glance.

I tried to focus on the Doctor's words.

Just a little bit of cradle cap on the scalp there, nothing to worry about.

Righto Doctor. No need for hair dye then!

I exclaimed a little loudly.

The Doctor and the good lady looked at me in the same way they would at a drunk monkey in a dress.

Right Daddy.

The good lady took my arm and firmly manouevered my sleep-addled personage out of the door.