Yup, my firstborn turns eight today. The weedleyettlebaybee that I used to hold in my arms, whose feet were smaller than the length of my palm, is now eight years old. Too big to hold in my arms now, and too heavy to be sitting on my lap anymore.
He is inquisitive, always asking questions. Just the other night, he asked me where God is and he asked for proof. When I was eight, all I wanted to know was when is the Donny and Marie Show showing on TV.
He's now a confident boy, ordering his own food at restaurants, deciding what to wear when we go out; mummy doesn't make those decisions for him anymore. And then of course, there's the no-kissing-me-in-public rule that he came up with and is strictly enforced.
Darn it, they do grow up too fast.
2 comments:
my goodness...8 years! please tell him Uncle Jeff says Happy Belated Birthday - I'm sure he'll ask why my best wishes are belated... ;)
Message relayed. His question was, where's the present? LOL!
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