When the kids were little we made little stuffed replicas of each of them. This is little Bret. You can't see his tinfoil braces and his blonde streaked hair. I had blonde streaks put in both kids one time we went to get haircuts because I had done the same thing and I wanted them to be like me.
I found out recently that Bret's friend, Jen, who he later would have two beautiful kids with, made fun of his hair mercilessly. I felt like shit about that. Someday I'll pull the yellow yarn out of little Bret's hair.
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