Cole and I had a few quiet moments in the car today, just the two of us, and this is the conversation that ensued.
Cole: (sigh) "I can't wait to grow up. I'm bored with being a boy."
Me: "Oh, but I don't want you to grow up too fast. I like you being a boy."
Cole: "But why, Mom? Because it's hard work. If I was grown up, I could do things for myself, and you wouldn't have to take care of me."
Me: "Well, I know, but taking care of you is like a blessing, a special gift that I've been given, and I know that someday I will miss making your sandwich and tucking you in at night."
Cole: "Oh, well, you can still make my LUNCH!"