I thought Megan and I were locked in a viscous combat in a war whose winner was pre-ordained, but unknowable.
False.
Turns out the Battle for Follicular Supremacy isn't a battle at all. It's more like two painters with different amounts of paint and a shared (and adorable) vision.
Megan and I each contributed a number of genes to Milo's head. The rest of him too. I've always pictured simple-Mendelian inheritance, with a dominant and recessive hair color gene. He'd have gorgeous strawberry-blond hair, or he'd have my hair. Turns out we each contributed a bunch of chromosomes that lead to the production of a pigment called eumelanin. The more genes he has that make this pigment, the darker Milo's hair will be. The fewer, the lighter. It's not a dominant/recessive, either/or, win/lose thing. (I'm not going to say which of our hair colors would have been a win) It's the cooperation of our genes which will end up coloring in Milo's hair.
So he may end up looking something like this:
Cut your hair, hippie
Or something like this:
No, wait, grow it back. You look like Vanilla Ice
Maybe some of each or none of the above. You'll be the first to know once I know what our little artists come up with.
