Yesterday, I asked this kid to turn off the TV. I expected him, as he usually does, to climb up on the wood table we have under the television to reach the button. Not this time. He lifted his hand and hit the button. Just like that. This growing thing is a wonderful, delightful, terrible thing to watch.
I tell him often that he isn't allowed to grow up anymore. He just says, "No, Mommy. That's how Jesus made me."
