Buying clothes for my son’s birthday had been a lot easy lately. He’d be impressed the way I’d always pick something in style even though I was his dad and that it would fit him perfectly.
I knew he was going out the following weekend, he’d not stopped talking about it with his friends so I thought I’d buy him the whole thing; pants, shirt, trainers–the whole package.
I left him at home, and went to the Mall–straight to his favourite store, Lost Infinity. It felt a little awkward somebody my age picking through the stylish clothes, thankfully the staff were busy enough not to bother me.
With an armful of clothes I ducked into the changing rooms, locking the door I pulled off my clothes; down to my underwear. I looked in the mirror, a familiar sight–late 30s not a bad build but nowhere near my son’s physique. I closed my eyes and thought of Toby at home, the new haircut he got this morning, the bright intelligent sparkle in his eyes and his mischievous smile.
I opened my eyes, and staring back from the mirror was my son. I touched my new hair, sculpting its peaks and grinned, he was such a handsome kid.