My son is at a wonderful age; he's nearly nine. I secretly wish he would stay this age forever. He still enjoys hanging out with me and appreciates the things I do for him, for the most part.
People tell me to enjoy this time because things will change. As he reaches puberty, he will be embarrassed to hang out with Mom, and even take Mom for granted. Actually, he is already embarrassed by some of the things I say and do, and sometimes takes things for granted.
These things, however, pale in comparison to how much fun we have together. His personality is entertaining, to say the least. He likes to make people laugh and often refers to himself as a comedian. He's definitely funny. Much of his humor is of the slapstick variety, although, increasingly, his intellect plays a role.
Speaking of which, He says some incredible things that showcase his budding intellect. Yesterday, for example, he told me that he wants to return to Earth as an animal after he dies. More specifically, he wants to come back as a bald eagle so he can fly and enjoy a greater perspective. I remind him that man can fly. It doesn't count, he explains, because man needs machinery to do it. Birds just do it naturally.
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