Yesterday was the celebration of the birth of my first child. My first son. The only person on the entire planet that was responsible for making me a mother. Wow, how time changes things.
He just turned eight.
He has big boy adult teeth that are a little too big for his still little kid mouth.
He has to share his room with a baby. And doesn't complain.
He does third grade Math and fourth grade Language Arts. Even though he's supposed to be in second grade. He's my little Einstein.
Or my little Tesla. I haven't figured out which. Though he might also be a Jedi. Or a race car driver. Or an Astronaut. Or some other thing where you could build bombs and singe off eyebrows (his words, not mine).