Monday, March 14, 2011

fur

Beckham went outside one morning last week before school.
60 seconds later he ran in jumping and shouting something thrilling.


"Mom, I have fur on my arms and legs,
like Grandpa Mom, I'm so happy to be a Grandpa."


Oh, to feel joy at the sight of bodily fur.  And aging.
And scab picking.

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