Omg...

So I just found Bryson's school folder from 8th grade last year.

I went to toss it in the trash, and this picture fell out.

I asked him who it was and he said, "me."

I said, "That is NOT you."

He argued that it was and I laughed and said no it wasn't and he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh. Well, I used it for a project last year that required a baby picture of ourselves."

Seriously.

Seriously, could that kid care any less about anything other than the current sport he is playing?

Really?

Who the heck is this random kid with a receding hairline??