I pulled out a photo album today full of pictures of myself growing up. (side note - I don't recommend looking at pictures of yourself from middle school, or highschool for that matter either! At least, I didn't like looking at my clothing in them!!!)
Anyway... I wanted to look at pictures with my kids of myself when I was their ages. We were flipping through pages, and I was pointing people out to them and Canaan says "Wait. That is Papaw? I didn't know he used to have black hair!" And that really threw me for a loop. My Dad is now gray headed enough that Canaan doesn't know that he has black hair! That kinda freaked me out. Here is a picture of my Dad reading me a bedtime story when I was about 6 years old.
And here is one of my Dad reading to my boys sometime earlier this year. I think that 20 some odd years have been good to him, don't you?
I guess the really good traditions never die, huh? Dr. Seuss in both pictures... anybody notice that?