man-child

He's going to be eleven next month. He's wearing a men's 12 in shoes. This morning he came and laid down with me, snuggling into my shoulder. I looked at his face, noticing the oil and tiny rash of bumps on his nose. He made little sounds of contentment. When he stood up again, I noticed how long his legs are getting. I said, "Jake, I think you grew some more. All right, that's enough growing, you can stop now." He laughed and said, "I don't think that's going to happen." "Oh c'mon," I said, "can't you stay my little boy for just a little longer?" He smiled and said, "I think that's going to happen."

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