Splitting hairs
When I was a kid, I always thought people who started their stories by saying, "when I was a kid" always talked a little too long. They were never as funny as they thought and their stories always had some sort of a lesson in it. And here I am "when I was kid"ing away. Who am I kidding? I'm probably just as boring as they were. Gotta ask my godson Jesse next time we meet.
Anyway, I was about to say that I have never had a big life vision, not even
when I was a kid. When other guys always seemed to know exactly what the love of their lives would look like, I never had any image of it. Nor did I see my dream house, car, job, boss... And you can bet your cute little behind that I never had any mental images of my future children.
How could I? I couldn't even picture their mother.
Oh well. Had I had an image of my son, there is one thing Hannes has that I most definitely wouldn't have dreamt of. Curly hair.
Except for that one bald spot, the size of my palm, in the back. But I assume that's only temporary.
