Ok! Ok! Here's the update. Lane turned 9. Oh my. Sometimes I can't believe he is almost in the double digits. I swear yesterday I could lay with him next to me on the couch an catch just a few more minutes of sleep, or watch him "suey suey suey" Kaid's calic or beg for no"shotion" (lotion) on his face. Those carefree days are long gone. The other day I became shockingly aware that my presence is not very cool. David, Lane, Kaid and I were playing ball across the street having a great time, until four pre-teen girls congregated to the benches to yell at boys in hopes to attract their attention. Geesh. Ok, this annoyed me to tears, but what came next just put me over the edge. My previous Laners became someone else, he stared showing off, and it wasn't pretty. When his trick move failed he blamed me! He had the nerve (for a micro-second until I flexed the parental) to storm off. It hit me like a ton of bricks, he was more concerned about some silly girls than having fun with us. I found myself asking David how we can delay puberty just for five maybe ten more years.
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