Our son, whom I call Johnny on this blog, just turned two. His dad, tired of elderly ladies mistaking Johnny for a little girl because of his glorious blond curls, extracted from his mom a promise to cut said curls after the birthday. All right, says Mom. But how are curls logically feminine?
Oh well. A man’s son’s sexuality is half of a man’s own. Off come the curls, and our baby is that much closer to maturity.
But first we got pictures.
Happy Birthday, angel child.