Boyhood

So I was reading my Facebook feed on the bus ride home, with the typical smattering of kid pictures, and I started to think about how there are many people in my life that I don’t get to see that much, but Facebook lets me watch their kids growing into people, with sparks in their eyes and faces that remind me of their parents, and that really feels quite moving. And then I came home and went upstairs to drop off my work things, and my own growing son ran to me enthusiastically, and then he dropped his pants and mooned me.

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