Rowan found some time to grace us with his presence last evening. He had been to the dentist, where he was admonished to floss more– just like every dentist appointment recommendation he’s received at every dentist appointment he’s ever had. Suzanne and I still believe that one day, it will “click” in Rowan’s head that he should floss more. Anyhoo…Fortunately for us, we live right on Rowan’s route home from our dentist, so we got a surprise visit from our now-grown wee one. He will turn 22 next week. He is not one wee bit wee anymore. But you parents know how that works: It doesn’t matter how old they are, they are forever your babies.
Rowan is always a blast. It is obvious he not only knows how to read, he actually does it. There’s a brain in that thar boy! He’s also got music and art and politics in him. He’s got the proper amount of idealistic naiveté for his age too. The toddler-man’s got plans.
It’s obvious Rowan also has style too. I wrangled up a kids’ Tie o’ the Day for him to wear while I took pix of him, so he could guest-star here. Somehow, he ended up wearing three Ties o’ the Day from my collection. I also found myself giving him the three ties to take home– a sort of TIE O’ THE DAY doggie bag. I never give away my ties! Such is the dynamic power of Rowan’s soul. It was as if he mesmerized me into forking them over. Which I’m sure he did.