Shot as we near the end of the days where he will happily sit in the trolley for the first part of grocery shopping. I don’t think we have too much more left of this time… and it’s sad.
He’s nearing 8, now. He is independent, set him something to read and he’ll do it. He may struggle over 6 syllable words, but don’t we all? He can make a cup of tea and 2 minute noodles. He’s big.
I love him.