Hacking and wheezing aren't the only things that have been going on in the paca household. On Monday, Mssr. B turned 5. Here he is on the floor of my sister's Dallas apt. around the age of 16 months:
And then sometime in the twos getting all that Two Emotion out:
Frightening the tourists in the upper threes:
And here we have contemporary B from right around Xmas time:
Apparently, musubi, mac and cheese, ramen, and strawberry ice cream makes 'em grow just fine. My father and I are about the same height around 5'10, 5'11", but all the other men on both sides of B's family grow bigger than that, so the odds seem high that one day I'll be looking up to this one. He took my hair, so it's just as well that he's going to be forced to stare at the bald spot. Serves him right.