So Bubba’s teacher called all the parents of the kids in her class last night, just to touch base with them after their kids’ first day of school.
She gave us the usual compliments on our smart, confident, creative son. Then she said, “But there was one thing…”
I held my breath. Kinda like you are now. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“…We were taking pictures of the kids, and well…”
Me: I know. He can’t smile.
Her: Well, I know he can smile. I saw him do it all day!
Me: Yeah, but he can’t smile for the camera. He can’t pose. He never has been able to and he probably never will.
Her: He just looks so glum. I didn’t want you to think he was unhappy at school.
Me: No, we know he’s a happy kid. And he told us he loved school. It’s just his thing. I think he gets it from his father.
Her: He really looks miserable.
Me: That’s okay. You should see all the school and sports pictures he’s taken. Don’t worry about it.
My poor son. The boy who can’t smile. You just gotta love that kid.
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