Shaggy Hair Boy had a birthday this week, and family members have been sending their favorite anecdotes about him over the family email list. He’s the most emotive of my kids — very different from his two brothers, who tend to be the strong, silent type.
Shaggy Hair Boy has a very expressive face: when he was little, you could actually see the freckles dance. When he’d get frustrated, he’d lose his temper and scream, a high-pitched noise that was as jarring as a smoke alarm. We were all relieved when his voice finally changed.
Red-haired Sister, who lives about 250 miles away, tells a story about the time we were staying at her house for a few days. Shaggy Hair Boy was about seven years old.
The visit was going along peacefully until the morning that she heard loud shrieking coming from a bedroom. She rushed down the hall, thinking that one of the kids was getting hurt.
When she opened the door, she found Shaggy Hair Boy, who was all alone. He smiled at her happily.
She looked around, confused. "Did you hear that awful screaming?" she asked.
“Mom said I couldn't scream at your house unless I was in a separate room," Shaggy Hair Boy said.
He beamed at her. "Boy in Black took the last piece of bacon so I came in here and yelled and yelled and yelled."