It All Started With A Pointy Head

The pre-Bar Mitzvah boychick 

On this day in 1988, he came out with a pointy head. The four grandparents looked alarmed. They wanted to know what's with the pointy head, will the pointy head be a thing, will the pointy head go away, will it get worse, do we have to call him Cone Head, or Mr. Cone Head, what's the best nickname for such a spiky situation? Of course, we would have loved him no matter the shape of his head. And while his keppy did settle into normalcy, his devotion to spikiness remained. The bleached blond tips, gooped up and aiming skyward, extended well into his teens. Until one day, he decided to lose the spikes for good. We've always encouraged him to make the big decisions on his own, and we couldn't be prouder of his unpredictable choices. Math-averse in school, today he does digital marketing in the financial world. Not a big fan of studying foreign languages, today he speaks fluent French. See what happens when you fall in love with a French beauty? Good things. At 32, he's a daddy-to-be. So let me get right to the point: Happy birthday to you, Billy, and oh so many more.