This morning, as I was changing his diaper on the changing pad (which he now hangs off, ridiculously, at the knees), Daniel complemented me on my boxers, which were spring green and feature a repeating pattern of tiny Hawaiian wahines in grass skirts, strumming ukeleles. "I... like... your... pants," he said.
Yes, I thought to myself, you are indeed my son.
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