He was super quiet and sort of solemn while we waited. He wouldn't say a word to the kind lady taking care of him. He just stared, stone-faced, straight ahead, silent, resolute. He quickly transformed from 70's wild child...
To Flock of Seagulls, early 80's, New Waver....
to 50's greaser tough guy...
and then back, to a more mature, way more kempt, version of my baby, asking for candy, making weird faces, and back to his old (almost) sweet self.
1 comment:
well done mamita! truly so great to chat today--came home w a spring in my step. a virtual nag champa moment. love you!
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