Standing back to back, my oldest son is no shorter than I am.
He’s no taller either. We are in equilibrium. Except he’s cackling with glee, and I’m depressed beyond words.
This tall stranger in my house is worthy of an update post; he’ll get it tomorrow (when I’m out of town on a 1 day visit to Minneapolis)…a post in three parts; track, student council president, and girls.
