So, yeah.  Yesterday we were looking at pictures of all sorts, and after a lot of pointing out of who’s who to the kids, W went off to find the picture our waitperson shot of us that day we met at Cafe Loup in August, 2001.  Maybe it wasn’t the best picture, but hey, there had been a little wine, and it was godawful hot and humid, as Manhattan is wont to be at that time of the year.  And hey, a nice elderly gentleman even stopped me on the street that morning and told me I looked like a movie star. 

But Luka was pretty sure that wasn’t the case.  As he commented to me, “That’s you having you bad hair day, and Daddy’s having her bad hair day.”

Thanks…  I love that little guy.