Little Ironman is 7 years old. He is a select mute and saves most of his ideas for us at home. When they come out, they often have us in stitches.
In the past week, I couldn't help but notice how much more confident he is sounding these days. The disappearing "baby-talk" and fluency In his speech are making me very proud. The only problem is the ideas that he is verbalizing are making me, well, not so proud. Statements start to sound like insults or criticism but he ends them with a positive innocence that reminds me that he is only seven.
One morning last week, LI looked at me straight in the eye and commented, "Do you know what's odd about you? You almost old but you're still kind of fast. That's odd."
Another night, while running around with a soccer ball and my missing more than a handful of higher kicks, LI yelled, "What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to belly bounce? I guess you need a bigger belly, like Daddy's."
And the "I'm cool" tones are starting to surface. Last night, while I was spinning away on my windtrainer, LI looked at me as said, "Wow!"
"Oh, oh, here it comes," I thought.
"Your legs are really pumped."
May he never outgrow his child-like charm.
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