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Me: Hey you, maybe it’s time for a hair cut. What do you think?

Boy Wonder: You meant to say “Trim”, right?

Me: Right. Trim. Got that.

It’s good to see this kid looking like himself again. So much so, that when I glanced over at him at church this Sunday, I noticed he still had a milk mustache and a bit of something gummy on the side of his face. But I also noticed that for the first time in months, I see the boy I expect to see.

And it’s possible, dear reader, that you will be seeing less of this face in the future. I am certainly seeing less of him. He’s striking out and in hard negotiations to have his “territory” expanded. (I swear, when this child was small and asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” He would answer, with the straightest face, “Emperor of the World.”) It’s only a matter of time before he expands his territory right out of our home. He’s never been the kind of child to look back, in any regard; and I don’t think they let you go to college with your kid. Right?

But not now. Not just yet. For the moment, here he is smiling at me. Looking ever so much like himself.