Tonight, I was showing my kid photos of himself, well, because he asked me too, and we came across this portrait. I don't recall ever showing it to anyone, perhaps because I look a bit frightened, or maybe bemused. Whatever. I no longer have that sofa, or that wall. I had to throw out the old thriftstore couch, and the wall is now covered with poplar shelves of books--painted that same color. I probably no longer own that t-shirt either. I definitely don't wear those glasses, as my infant son snapped them in half with one hand, as he has superhuman strength. I don't recall him ever being that small. (Perhaps for a day, an hour?) He'll be two in a few months and can already lift both his parents off the ground.