As I was standing next to my son, Andrew, looking in the mirror, I teased him that he is a little taller than me. He laughed and smiled his boyish smile, but looked slightly irritated.
I asked him if people still comment on his height.
"Every day."
Surprised, I asked him what people say.
" "How tall are you?" is the what people ask most of the time."
"Really? How often do people ask you?"
"Every day."
We both smiled in the mirror as I pulled him close and hugged him.
