Mark of the B(r)east

Big Brother recently cast his gaze upon our son, as evidenced by this envelope dropped in our mailbox by uniformed government agents. Young Old's first piece of mail, and it's the allotment of a number, his number, a notification that he's now part of "The System."

While we muttered about the silly necessity of it all, Young Old was displaying a marvelously mature level of apathy, showing less interest in any imagined black helicopters hovering overhead than in the delicious taste of said envelope as he brazenly began to devour his SSN card, a federal offense, to be sure.

"Fuck the Man" in his own special way.