This is a mid-day progress picture for you:
The photograph I’m using for reference I took when I was 13 and had a summer job babysitting a boy and his cats.
Random memory: we ate a lot of Cambell’s chunky soup that summer… Something else we did was put pop* cans in the freezer (we timed this meticulously so that they wouldn’t explode) until they were a nice slushy consistency, cut the tops off (I did this part so Junior** wouldn’t hurt himself) then ate the home-made slushies with spoons. We thought we were geniuses.
*”pop,” for my US friends, is what you call “soda” in the US, or “cokes” in some of the southern states.
**fake name to protect identity and inevitable punishment from parental units