Last week I was going through my mom’s photo collection, hoping to find a baby photo of myself to compare with Rhen. I did find some baby photos (we think Rhen has my nose) but I also found a less than flattering photo of myself. Obviously, the portrait photographer and I weren’t sympatico. When I showed this photo to my wife, we laughed, cried and laughed some more. I look at this photo and think of myself as a future used car salesman, kegmeister, or politician. It’s just priceless.

(Seconds away from a portrait photographer’s worst nightmare)

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