We did some high math tonight and figured out Drew leaves for Turkey in 26 days. Gob-gobble! (That's "eek!" translated from turkeyese.) I don't know which is worse - the fact that we had to employ high math techniques to determine there are only 26 days remaining, or the fact that there are indeed only 26 days. Forgetting, of course, the fact that we were able to easily translate turkeyese to English, 26 days is not a lot of time.A few things got checked off the list this weekend. Most notably, the passport photos. See left. (You could look right but that's an older photo of me. Older as in 14 months ago.) The photo montage on the left is my turkey at 13, almost 14. He even shaved the night before so there's no 'stache shadow. Bonus!
Wait. This is my kid???? What happened to the toddler trying to balance on chubby legs? What happened to the elementary school kid with the big cheeks and Harry Potter glasses? What happened to the kid who used to get in trouble for reading in class? Or the boy who fell off a rope swing and broke his arm? He's growing up, isn't he?
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