Tyler's face is a little worked over.
The bruise on his left cheek is from walking into a table at Big Bill's Pizza.
The scrape across his forehead is from plowing into the patio furniture on the deck.
The scratch on his right cheek is from a mishap with his brother, for which I disciplined appropriately.
I can account for all these little bumps and bruises, but he still looks a little questionable.
Or maybe he looks like a boy.
Maybe I should get used to these dents and scrapes.
Meanwhile, he looked at himself in the mirror yesterday and said (to himself), "Well, hello. I'm Tyler. I'm a brother, and I have very nice hair."
(I love this child.)