Where Did It All Go Wrong?

Take a look at this pic below and tell me that isn't a damn good looking kid. 

Murray bikes with coaster brakes were the shit right???

My question is, how did I go from that to this?

Maybe it's the beer?

or, maybe it was years of jamming my jeans up my crotch that did it.  That had to have effected my testosterone levels somehow.  FWIW, my upper body to lower body proportions are the same today.  I HATE having to tuck shirts in. 

I have racing and red neck-idness in my blood.

Like most dudes, I think and act like I'm way better looking than I really am.  I recognize and accept that fact reluctantly (and my brother Rus likes to remind me often as well).  Oh to have those boyish good looks back.  If I wasn't so shy I probably would have been a mad chick slayer back in the day but my confidence didn't start to build until the looks started to wane.  Oh the irony!

Lucky enough for both Marcy and I, we have a beautiful kid who we can live vicariously through.  One only needs to walk this little princess through any mall  in America in order to bask in the overflow of compliments.

Thankfully for me, she is also pretty shy so (hopefully) she won't be a dude slayer going through high school.  Argh!  I want to gouge my brain out just for thinking that.  A father's worst nightmare!