Spending a recent afternoon with my mother, I couldn't wait to show her the babies' newly speckled heads. She looked at the freckles. She looked at me.
"April. That's cradle crap."
Cradle crap? Excuse me, older, wiser, more experienced woman who raised me. I believe the term is cradle cap. And crap or cap, those freckles are neither.
I told her as much. She responded with an offer to demonstrate the removal of one of the specks in question.
"NO WAY!" I snapped. "Get your picking fingers away from my baby's head! You're going to tear off his adorable freckles! You're going to make him bleed!"
She shrugged. We moved on.
Later, in the privacy of my own home, with one of the babies peacefully perched on my lap for a snuggly little snooze, I decided to do a little investigating of my own. Because really, the nerve of calling those adorable little freckles by any other name.
I gave a tentative little scratch with my fingernail.
The freckle easily peeled away.
Cradle crap. Stickey, flakey, non adorable cradle cap crap.