A couple of nights ago, I pulled out some school photos of Uncle Jeff and Aunt Cynthia and me to show my son how we all looked with braces on our teeth (in preparation for this morning when he got his put on.) He seemed completely unconcerned about the hardware; he couldn’t get past my ’80s hair:
“What did you do, stand in front of an air vent?” he asked. ”Your Mom let you go to school like that???”
















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