Taylor used to practice his trombone in the garage. It's getting a bit cold for that, so he tries to find a location that is the least noisy for the rest of the family. Tonight I found him sitting on the toilet in the master bathroom practicing away. Dedicated kid. I opened the door and complimented him on how much he's progressing. We were looking at each other through the mirror. He looked at me with a meditative expression and said, "You look different in the mirror." I flexed my muscles, sucked in my gut and put a "Flynn Ryder smolder" on my face. "Do I look more handsome in the mirror?" I asked.
"No. Your bald spot is on the opposite side."
Thanks, T. I love you, too.