Friday morning I watched Jonas pick a dandelion, carefully blow all of the fluff into the wind and quietly proclaim, “I wish I had super powers.”
That night, at the wedding we were attending, at some point he snuck into the novelty photo booth they had set up and took this set of pictures:
I think it’s safe to say the transition is complete. Now the only question is, will he use his powers for good or evil?
(Don’t worry, I’ll be back next week with more details about the wedding, my sister’s baby and the fact that Jason just threw up like 12 times in the tiniest shower ever, housed in the shittiest rental ever, in Portland. That is, if I make it home.)