"Get off, Amelia!" The Doctor protested, desperately trying to remove the tiny hands buried deep in his thick mop of hair.
Amelia squealed happily, swaying giddily upon her father's shoulders. Looking down to give him a an almost contemptuous smile, the baby girl gave his hair a hard, sharp tug. The Doctor yelped. Melody Pond chuckled, observing the scene from a balcony in the control room.
"You're going to have a bald patch in a few minutes time." she said, choking on her giggles.
"Well get her off because a bald patch is certainly not attractive!" he snapped, attempting to pull his daughter off by her torso.
"If you cannot get a nine month old baby off you then I think you don't really deserve your precious hair anyway." Melody mocked, skipping down the steps.
"Just get her off!"
For all her ridicules, the little Time Lord was considerably strong. Detaching the child's hands, Melody hauled her daughter from her father's shoulders. The baby's hearts were racing from the exhilaration. The Doctor gripped his chestnut brown hair protectively; Amelia laughed hysterically.
"It's not funny, Amelia May Pond!" he muttered indignantly, brushing a hand over the crimson hair on the girl's head.
"Come on, it is a bit." Melody smirked as the girl fiddled gently with her mother's jet black locks.
"I don't understand." he said breathlessly, his eyes fixed on mother and daughter. "What is it about my hair? Why doesn't she try to pull yours out?"
Melody shrugged. "Ask her."
The Doctor looked deep into his daughter's deep blue-green eyes and attached himself to her mentally. Amelia was too young to have proper fully formed thoughts like an adult but anybody gifted in telepathy would be able to understand the gist of what she thought of.
"Of course it's real! It's my hair." he said to the child abruptly, swinging her up from the arms of her mother. Amelia May chortled, clinging to her father's shoulders. For all the hair pulling and sleepless nights she dealt him, Amelia had always gravitated towards her father more. Time Lord to Time Lord she guessed.
"You, Amelia Pond, are trouble with a capital T."