I sat next to my seven-year-old yesterday during a particularly long church service and goofed off with him. I looked at his palm for the first time in years (because he let me for the first time in years), and what do you know–they were exactly the same as mine. It was like seeing my hand in shrinkydink format, all the same lines in the same places, the same color, the same whorls and circles. It was a little bit amazing. But mostly it was nice that he let me hold his hand.
Shirt, sweater: Boden