The other day G looked like a Texas country boy . . . clean-cut hair, shirt tucked in, jeans, belt where it belongs and cowboy boots.
I hardly recognized him.
Who are you and what did you do with my child?
It lasted for about three hours.
And then the boy I know came back (minus the hair) . . . just in time for a trip to town (much to his father’s chagrin).
If you look closely you can see that the boots are even on the wrong feet . . . because if they were on the right feet it was either a) entirely by accident, or b) because someone else put his shoes on his feet for him.
That’s my baby!
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