Today was O's short low key performance on the trumpet as an introduction to an elementary school play.
He came into my room in his formal uniform and asked if he could borrow a comb. I said yes and turned away so he wouldn't see my mouth drop.
This is the first time O has ever combed his hair. A glimpse into life with a teenage boy? Suppressing a chuckle now but thinking it might turn into tears in the future.
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