Blessings of Normal, part 2

Dad + Flowbee = Marine Corps buzzcut averted

I was putting in my time at the Y this morning when in walks a 5'9" hunk of burning love who looked like me; Diver, with a brand new, middle-of-the-road haircut. He headed straight for a recumbent bike and began pedaling. I was kvelling; so handsome and working out solo. But was that a chain around his neck? Was Diver wearing a necklace? Oh my sweet vanity, again. He looked like a middle class kid from Bay Ridge. Nothing wrong with that. Just didn't match my image of him.

But I can live with that. It's a rare luxury for a parent like me to be vain about her child.