8 is great

My sweet*, sweet* Reid turned 8 this week.

*Being 8 he can’t exactly show that he is sweet because that would harm his peer reputation, but as his mother I can see that sweetness abounds despite his exterior un-sweetness.

Eight is funny. Eight predictably breaks out in random dancing. Eight can hug, but most likely will flee if kisses show up. Eight is staunchly anti-girl. Eight is staunchly anti-girl with the exception of cousins and a girl that “acts like a boy”. Eight runs.   Eight jumps.   Eight kicks his brother. Eight swims.   Eight reads.   Eight screams and shouts. Eight writes in marker and dreams in Legos. I could spend all day basking in Eight… if only I could keep up.