It all started one day when Kali (see below) decided she needed a more expressive medium to indicate to me what I really looked like. She was pretty sure I was unconvinced by photos or mirrors. So, in her 9 year old way she proceeded with unwavering objectivity and terrifying attention to detail (particularly in the hairline/tuft nuance area.) My subsequent uncontrollable sobbing only served to reinforce in her mind that it was better I learned the truth when I did than before I got much older.
This is Kalianne - frozen in time, and caught red handed examining my countenance as I record her photograph. What is she noticing this time? My eyebrows? Crow's feet? A new blemish that could well prove to be melanoma?
Al Spohn<spohn@mayo.edu>