Apparently Jack is hideously deformed. Ok, I put in the hideously part for artistic license. I mean look at this face... Deforma-wha? The word on the street, or from the physical therapist with the thick Slavic accent that makes everything sound cooler than it is, is that his ears are different heights and his face is no longer symmetrical from the torticollis (which spellcheck thinks should be tortillas) or muscle that didn't develop right. So, he got a dent in his head from the tort leaving his head cocked all the time and that made his facial bones shift a little. The helmet will put everything back. But... a helmet? That he wears? OUT OF THE HOUSE????
I know I sound totally vain, but its not that. Look at those smiling faces! Babies love helmets! But, people will look at him. People will look at him with pity and with judgement and with curiosity and with interest and with pity. Yes, I said pity twice. My boy don't need your pity! In the immortal words of Mr. T (sort of) "I pity the fool who pity my baby!" And what's worse... they may comment. Someone somewhere might look at him and call him the R word (karma, much???) or something else equally disrespectful and evil. The good news is that my guy is so young he will never know or understand. He will be way out of the helmet before he even comprehends that someone could be so completely ignorant and mean spirited that they would say something cruel. He will never know. But... I will know. I will hear it and I will understand. And I will kick the crap out of that person and I will end up in prison. All because of a little helmet.
I have to ask his pediatrician about it next time we go, and that is a month away, so I am not too concerned, nor am I running out to buy it right now. But, I feel at the minimum I should issue some sort of warning or press release... "mock at your own risk" or something similar to warn people off. Protective mother bear here.... don't mess with my cub!