Who Stole My Son?

Ok. It's Nathanael's turn for a post all his own. I would have done it sooner, but I can't find him.  Lately, there's this boy hanging around here that claims to be my son. We've been feeding him in hopes he'll tell us what happened to our real son. 


The kid who's been posing as our son takes a shower every morning without being threatened with bodily harm. He also remembers deoderant, and even adds a splash of cologne. So we know without a doubt that this kid is not the real son.

This kid who's been posing as our son asked and received a "nice" haircut. Our real son was perfectly happy with his Mom's attempts to style ...cough ...chop his hair. He never cared to put comb to follicle, either, so we know this kid is not the real son.

This kid who has been posing as our son has been willingly practicing his music, most of time doing it without being reminded. He has auditioned and won a spot in the Bangor Youth Philharmonic Orchestra. We would be so proud of him if he were ours.

This kid who has been posing as our son begins his schoolwork every day and finishes all assignments in a timely manner. He says that he wants to get it done, so that the rest of the day is his to do with as he wants. Our real son forgets that there are school assignments at all. His papers are lost or wadded up in the back of his desk, so we know that this kid is not the real son.

This kid who has been posing as our son asked to go shopping with his Mom for "cool" clothing. Ok, if we had any doubts up till now, this would be the final thing that would blow all doubt out of our mind. Our real son hates to shop. He protests at the mere mention of shopping and sighs loudly at the entrance of each store. He shuffles disgustedly through the aisles barely able to hold back his impatience. He waits for 10.5 seconds before he asks to go to electronics. He tells you something fits and it's great even if he hates it or it's way too small just so he can QUIT shopping. So, we know this kid is not the real son.

The first photos are of the real son. But the bottom two are pictures of the impostor. One shows the impostor with his arms around his supposed sisters. The other shows him sporting his "cool" clothes. If you see the real son, tell him to call home immediately. We have someone we'd like him to meet.