Sam is my dearest friend's grandson. I first met Sam when he was three. We were both visiting my friend at a rented, glorious, beachfront cottage in Door County, Wisconsin. We played a few handheld video games, blew bubble and generally messed around. I love three year olds. One night I made him monster spray and showed him how to apply it to the various monster hiding places in his vacation bedroom. Cool kid at three.
Fast forward to two days ago. Again Sam and I cross paths in the same place with more or less the same people. This time Sam is five. He is taller, very handsome, super charming and smart. "I remember you," he said. "You made the monster spray." He paused, "But you look older."
It's the damn gray hair. Even the kid noticed. But he was honest. Thank you Sam.
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