My son got an Xbox game for his twelfth birthday, and he had to create a character to play and survive in a futuristic wasteland.
He told me his character looks like me: tall, handsome, and with stubble on his face.
“Oh, but he’s not bald like you,” he said.
I can live with that.
But he went on: “ … And he dies a lot, so, really, I think I’m going to have to change him. I think that maybe he’ll have to look like me, that’s if I want to win.”