Totally abusing this outlet to shamelessly exploit promote my boy's chance to win a little sum of money. He is part of a dance crew and went to NYC yesterday to dance in a Clearasil dance competition.
He's the kid putting pimples on his face, freaking out over his own look and trying Clearasil. In other words: he is the short guy up front. Don't say I said that. He does not like being shorter than kids in middle school (and he's a sophomore in high school). Speaking of the power of words, huh? His whole life long, his nickname was "Shorty", until one day I joked that this nickname might be turning into a self fulfilling prophecy. We stopped laughing. And we stopped calling him Shorty. We're not quite ready to call him "Evan Enormous" yet either (that's like calling your chihuahua 'Brutus'), but we hardly ever say Shorty anymore, just to not hurt his feelings be on the safe side.