Today, Justin turns six years old. I have no idea how that is even possible. I am too young to have a six year old. It was only yesterday when he was drooling on my shoulder. (Come to think of it, he actually was drooling on my shoulder yesterday!)

This morning, I woke him up by singing “Happy Birthday” to him.

When I was done, I asked him several questions:

I asked him if he felt older. He said, “Yep.”

I asked him if he felt wiser. He said, “Yep.”

I asked him if he felt more mature. He said, “Yep.”

I asked him if he felt more sophisticated! He said, “Yep.”

And then, from the comfort of his bed, he lifted one bare arm and one bare leg and said, “Look daddy! I have hair on my arms and legs! I’m a MAN!!”