Word Count: 100 (Jennifer's POV)
According to his sketchpad, he's obsessed with the male anatomy and a boy named Brian. I think I've always known. A mother can just feel these things.
"I'm out of shampoo," he stands there and tells me, his golden hair, with its streaks that look as if they've been painted on with a brush dipped in white, adorning his beautiful face.
More than a few of my friends, over the years, have commented that he's too pretty to be a boy.
"I'll get you some," I answer absently, thinking only of how much I love my son and always will.