Yes, I had been griping about the fuzzy caterpillar on his 13-year old upper lip for some time and about the little scraggle of chin hairs that glowed in the sunlight...but I honestly was not prepared for what I saw when I walked around the corner in Munich Germany at 8 PM on New Year's Evening.
I have never been the mother to cry when leaving her kids for their first day of school or when seeing them get an award (like a kindergarten "diploma") but this really brought the lump in the throat.
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