Not every person gets to have one son, let alone two. One has his mother’s middle name for a first name and the other has his mother’s last name for a middle name. One is in the 3rd percentile for height and the other is in the 90th. One will eat anything and the other wants to eat everything but lacks teeth. Both poop in their pants on a regular basis.
Two boys. Two sons. One for each arm, one for each shoulder.
I am a lucky guy, and you bet I know it.
Note: The photo in this post was taken by photographer/blogger/developer/promoter of clean code Jiho Sohn. I encourage you to check out his site.
