When the postman handed me the package, I informed him how excited I was to receive it. He gave me a sympathetic nod and smile before making a swift exit. I ran back up the stairs and told Adlai the good news. His American passport had arrived. It’s official. My son is more American than I’ll ever be. The 4th of July is going to be a lonely day.
It’s fair to say that the passport arrival didn’t excite Adlai initially. As I tried to explain the enormity of the situation, he became strangely transfixed by his hand. This newfound fascination may be explained by the fact that, apparently, he can now see in 3D. Meaning that before he could only see in 2D. The more I think about this the more ridiculous it seems. However, you can’t argue with science and it would explain the confused look on my son’s face as he stares at the photos around our living room. . He must think the people in them are just really small. As for the 2D thing, I’m not convinced they’ve got this one right. I did read it on the Internet and I don’t think there are any lies allowed on there. I’m sure Bill Gates has seen to that.
Anyway. The passport itself is identical to an adult’s. It lasts five years, contains a picture of him and various details. Quite how border control are going to recognize a five-year-old from a picture of a ten-week-old remains to be seen, but I’m sure, with the assistance of science, they’ll figure it out.
