The ManChild is becoming more Man than child. Maybe I should write it this way now, Man–child. As the years go by the child gets further behind, until only the Man is left.
Happy 16th to my first babyboy! You are making me proud Young Man. I watch your personality, your abilities , your knowledge, and your budding wisdom emerge. I see you struggling to find out who you are and where you belong in Life. I enjoy your wit, your humor, your opinions. Grow baby grow! You are doing fine. You have what it takes. I will always be your mama no matter what.
Go for it.
And without you, dear boy of man-ness, I wouldn’t know about the 60000 apps I could have on my iphone and how to make Siri frusterated with me.
PS. The WhirlWind is there to, well, blow out the candles. And the Man-child knows it. The competition never ends……