Ah...wait 'til he's 17, it's 6.30 am and you are driving miles out of your way to get him to Polytechnic on your birthday and he says "You really ought to do something about that weird black hair poking out from your chin". You then realise, you are not only getting old, you really should put your reading glasses on when doing your face in the morning (and it was only one....a little tiny one).