The other day I commented on the hair growth on Bubba's legs. The hairs are starting to become a little thicker and a little more abundant...ya know, less like a little boy and more like...a boy.
On the car ride to gymnastics, Miss O made a comment about the hairs on her brother's legs too. And from the back seat in a young boy's voice I heard the words,
"I AM growing up!"
"I'm GROWING up."
"I'm growing UP!"
"I'm growing up."
Every time he spoke it, he stressed a different word in the phrase. And hearing him repeat it over and over in his ultra cool, slightly raspy voice really struck a chord with me.
Later, Bubba asked me if he could give one of his necklaces away. I was a little miffed that he would want to just give a nice necklace away by putting it in my class treasure box. So, I told him no.
Then last night, I caught he and his sister going through his jewelry. He has quite a collection of necklaces and bracelets mostly because he has an affinity for stuff that sparkles. To him sparkle means $$ and he is all about the money. I eavesdropped for a minute...er, um...or two and then realized that necklace he asked about earlier in the week wasn't for my class treasure box at all.
It was for a girl.
♥
When I realized my error, I told him it was okay to give it to away.
I guess he decided that today was just as good as any to give his special present to his special friend. He even got dressed for the occasion:
Oh, yes, my boy is growing up.












