I was approached by my oldest son’s nanny (hei, De, Heidi!), whose boyfriend taught my son every car make in the world, or so it would seem, on Facebook some time ago, and now we are friends. We’re all friends over at Facebook. That aside, it’s actually quite nice to keep track of old acquaintances’ whereabouts – or at least to receive reassurances that everything’s just fine and dandy. Anywho, I considered introducing her to Anders (that’s my oldest son), now 20, and very much in his coming of age, who’s on Facebook, too, but decided against it. Don’t want to destroy Heidi’s concept of that sweet little boy in his nappies, now do we?
She’d be very likely to find a boy, definitely bordering on manhood, partying on, like most people of his age, accompanied by visual pictures to document just that. You can imagine the relief as I found the above picture in his Facebook album, though, which very much goes to prove the old saying, like father like son, as I too was likely to go swinging in a wetsuit at that age – especially if it included wearing silly hoods. Way to go, Anders (to the left, by the way, budy since kindergarten Brage to the right)!
Damn, it’s Friday afternoon. What had you expected? An in-depth dissertation upon the procreation of seahorses? Really… Cut an old man some slack and let me brag my wetsuited son, whose habits obviously haven’t changed much in 20 years, by the looks of it. Some of them, anyway. At least that’s something, Heidi!