Tough Guy

The other day, in our local grocery store, as Younger reluctantly held the vase of Hershey’s Kisses topped with a balloon that I had bought for his father, he appeared both mortified by and resigned to a moment of less than manly appearance.

He was not always quite so dignified. And I have a story from 2004 when he was four years old to prove it . . .

Leaning an elbow on the arm of the sofa and crossing one foot across the other, Younger asked, “Do I look tough?”

“Absolutely,” I responded immediately.

He cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

Well, it was the “Blue’s Clues” house shoes that did it for me.

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