My son doesn't like to smile for the camera. See this year's school picture.
In fact, these days, he usually tries to avoid having his picture taken all together. Now, this wasn't always true. He used to cooperate for the camera, and smile too.
Not always, though.
The best school pictures happened when the photographer was good enough to make the boy child smile. We lucked out for a few years at least. (I won't show the famed frog face picture -- if I showed that school picture, a certain person would kill me.)
The picture with the tie dye shirt is about how I still think of my son -- just about that size. I think his sister preferred it that way as well. Being taller, that is.
Now the only one in the family taller than the boy child is the father type.
The boy child is turning fifteen today. It's is his birthday. And I can't believe he's that old. Why does 15 sound so much older than 14? It definitely does though. And how did this boy child turn into this tall, hulking person with hairy legs, a deep voice and no smile?
Ok, I take it back. He does smile sometimes.
Happy birthday, Mr. Boy. I love you.