I hear rustling in his bedroom. Minutes later he comes out with a blanket over his head and a sheepskin hat over that.

“Mum, what do I look like?”

He looks ridiculous. Sweet. Wonderful. 

“You look like you,” I say. He seemed happy with that.

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