It is safe say, without fear of exaggerating, that my son is as radiantly beautiful as the dawn. His looks take my breath away on most days, and strangers fall over themselves to catch his eye and make him smile.
I am not joking: only yesterday a lady in a store asked for my permission to buy him a toy that he liked because “he’s so cute!”
This is only going to get worse. Can you imagine what he’s going to look like in 15 years? Cougars are going to be flying into town to offer to buy him cars and motorcycles! I’m going to have to learn to use firearms to keep those ^%$$#s at bay!
On a completely unrelated topic, I have just discovered I LOVE college football.
I’ve never been one for sports, and I was quite skeptical about the whole thing. Heck, I even brought my iPod fully charged so I’d have some games to play if it got really boring.
Somehow it never quite got boring.
I wonder why. Was it the masterful plays? The speed? The courage? The cute golden helmets?
…the tight yellow pants?
The game was riveting, really, even if I never really knew who had the ball.
Bless them boys, they really put it all out there!
Note to self: find out which sport has the loosest-fitting, most unflattering uniform and get C to practice it, because I’m sure I’d have a stroke if I ever caught a woman taking photos like these of my boy!
Another note to self: Karma is SO gonna get me on this one. Crap.