He stopped to sharpen his pencil
And I couldn't stop staring at him.
Because he is getting ginormous. Really, he is.
At 7, he no longer looks like a little boy.
He is a boy boy. A boy that blows bubblegum bubbles.
A boy with big front teeth and mop of unruly carpet thick hair.
A boy who loves dodgeball and light sabers.
A boy who is quite capable of tearing the knees out of 5
different pairs of uniform pants. At $24 each. God bless him.
A boy who likes to laugh and tease his brothers and chat about books.
And I can't help wondering how I can squeeze him in my pocket
and keep him little for just a little bit longer.
So I asked him as he sharpened his pencil.
"Jack, you're not going to do it, are you?"
"And grow up?"
"And find a girl and get married....."
"I'm not doing that part. I'm avoiding girls, Mom. Except for you."
That took a load off of my mind.
It's nice to know I have a few more years to keep Jack to myself.