His mother says it now takes her two hours to do the weekly supermarket shop instead of 40 minutes because so many people stop to say hello to him.
But the strapping infant enjoys the fringe benefits of being the centre of attention – and cries if she tries to put a hat on him to speed things up.
Nine-week-old Junior Cox-Noon (pictured) turns heads wherever he goes thanks to his impressive mane which has continued to grow since his birth in July. Most newborn babies have little more than a wisp of feathery hair on their head.
But Junior, born at Brighton General Hospital weighing 10lb on July 30, has so much he has been nicknamed ‘Baby Bear’.Yesterday his mother Chelsea Noon, 32, a hairdresser, from Brighton, said: ‘He came out with loads of hair. I didn’t realise how much until he had his first bath.
‘All the midwives and health visitors said it would fall out because baby hair usually comes out when they rub their head on the back of the cot, but he hasn’t lost any of it and it has grown.
‘When I take him with me on the weekly shop in Asda everyone does a double-take and says, “Oh my God, look at the baby’s hair,” and they have to touch it. He doesn’t seem to mind and gets a little a smirk on his face.
‘People say to me are you going to cut it, but it’s too unique so I’m going to leave it as it is.’
She does, however, blow-dry his hair because it would take too long naturally.
You know what? Fuck this baby. I'm not even old enough to legally drink yet and my hairline decided to pull a Barry Sanders and retire about a decade prematurely. THIS little fucker comes out of the womb and has a mane like this? No. Fuck this. I'm not usually one to bitch about life being unfair, but this is bullshit. This baby shouldn't get to have hair that's that much better than mine.
Oh, you have to spend a little extra time at the grocery store because your baby has absurd hair and people wanna meet him? That sucks, I have to make the awkward purchase of Rogaine at my local CVS. Buying Rogaine at the ripe old age of 20 years old is on a similar level of awkwardness of buying condoms or a pregnancy test. I try to keep my head down, I avoid eye contact, I have the cashier keep the change, and I hightail it the fuck out of there. The only thing that makes it worse is when the cashier tries to talk to me about it. The one time, my cashier was a middle-aged woman who looked at my forehead and said, "so, does this stuff work for you?" I don't appreciate your tone, Deborah. Stop judging me for trying to make myself more aesthetically pleasing before I'm a completely washed-up human.
So yeah, anyways, I hope this baby's hair all falls out and he has to start over from scratch/my hairline decides to stop being an asshole and act like a normal 20 year-old hairline. You need to earn a head of hair like that, and this kid hasn't done shit to earn it. He was born with a silver hair spoon in his mouth, and that's just plain wrong.