He's practically a man now.

Recently, he's started wearing a muscle shirt to tumble class. Very macho.



He knows the names of some of the "Star Wars" characters, too, specifically "Luke," "Yogo" and "High Skywalker."



For a few nights, now, he's decided to sleep shirtless. It's cooler that way. And by cooler I mean cooler.



And, no big deal, but he can boast a few successes at, oh, how shall I say it-- vertical elimination. Yes! Great aim!



What maturity! What sophistication! What refinement! It's all happening so fast.



Perhaps tomorrow morning he'll request coffee -- black with two sugars. Then he'll scoot off to the bathroom to shave.



Soon it will be time for us to have the BIG talk. You know, the one where I tell him that he is never, under any circumstances, allowed to leave me... not for college... not for a job... not for a long vacation... and most certainly not for another woman, so help me!