Anyway, he was looking at photos of himself when he was about seven or so. He went through a really cute phase when he grew his hair down almost to his shoulders, slicked it with gel every day, and wore a pressed button down shirt. He was quite the dapper little hippie. Sidenote: the year before he insisted on wearing a tie dye shirt every day. That year meant a lot of tie dying and laundry.
Big guy: "Mom, why did you make me look like that?"
Me: "Me? I never made you do any of that. You've always gotten to choose your hairstyle and clothing style."
Big guy: "That was mean, mom."
Gee...I guess I can't win. Not yet at least. But I think I can feel the easing in of appreciation. I will very happily wait.
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