It is easy to see Smiles (age 7) as alarmingly similar to my male college-age students:
Long dirty blond curls looping to his shoulders as he slouches on the couch wearing a T shirt and Y fronts, absorbed in playing a video game on a device nestled on his lap.
Asking me to remove the puppy from his bed at 9 Am on a holiday Monday morning "because it's a holiday, and I am going back to sleep."
Or, most of all,
At the top of the porch steps, yelling excitedly about his return to the back-yard cookout (from a trip inside to the bathroom) can (of fruity seltzer at this age) in hand "Hey guys! The Party's Baaaaaaack!"