My baby boy turned four years old last week.
He got some money from his grandparents and cousins.
We went to the mall. He bought himself a cell phone.
Lightning McQueen. Red and blue checkered. Plays cool music.
He ignored me for the rest of the outing while he chatted with imaginary friends and made his weekend plans with conversations like, "Yeah. Yeah. Oh sure. Uh huh. OK, see you then."
This morning, I helped him select the perfect outfit for school. When he was dressed, I commented on how cute he looked.
"Mom............ don't say 'CUTE'!!!"
"I'm sorry, what word would you like me to use?"
"Well, then, buddy. You look AWESOME!"
At this rate, our next conversation is going to be about curfews and car insurance.
Perhaps I can convince him to walk around with bricks in his backpack... slow down this "growing up" stuff a little. He may just go for it.
I'll give him a call.