Look at that. That’s me and Kyle, right after his little league game. You should’ve seen him play. When he runs to a base, he gets the happiest look on his face. “Look, daddy, look what I did!” he says. He doesn’t even care if he’s out. He doesn’t even care if he’s not even close to making it in time. Still, “Aren’t you proud of me?” It’s adorable. I love this picture.
And my other kid, Tyler, he’s a great kid, too. His new teeth are coming in. They’re a little crooked, so he’ll need braces, but I swear, the two front ones that came in are almost an exact forty-five degree angle. I don’t know how he managed that. He’s just that talented. I’ve got a couple pictures of him, too, with his old teeth. They look pretty similar to the ones I’ve taken of Kyle. Actually, they’re pretty similar to the kids taken of me as a kid, and probably similar to your pictures too. Man, these photos are just so special. Those teeth are perpendicular to each other. That will cost me so much money. I’ll have to work overtime to fix that. The wife’s not gonna like that.
With the two of them, we mix up their names sometimes. We’ll call Kyle Tyler, or we’ll call Tyler Kyle. Sometimes my wife and I like to just say “Kyler” and they’ll both respond. We came up with that when we were fighting about whether or not I should get a vasectomy. My wife asked “Kyler” if they wanted another accident for a younger sibling, and stormed out. Kyler, though, that’s pretty clever. Mostly because when they were little, I couldn’t tell the two of them apart sometimes. Their voices will so similar, just screaming, all day and all night, “Daddy, fix this!” “Daddy, I broke something!” You know, that kind of shrill voice they have. It really gets you out of bed at night when they start yelling at you for no good reason. It’s really adorable. Just like their mother.
