I have a son, named Max. If you didn’t already know that, than you must be new here. HEY WELCOME!
Max is six, and oblivious to the rules of the world. I love that. He insists I give him kisses goodbye at school. He walks with an umbrella whenever I let him. He would prefer to be wearing nothing but Transformers underwear at all times.
Last school year, for the class photo, he made himself unique as he always does. When I picked up the photos from the cubby in his classroom, I opened them up and looked for his face. It was, of course, simple to locate. When I asked the boy why he chose to make that face instead of a pleasant smile, he looked at me as though it should have been obvious, “I wanted to show the camera my upside down balloon!”
Duh, Mom. I told him it was called a uvula, but that was pointless. Can you pick him out?
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