The D-boy, Doo-boy, Daytona 500…i.e. Dayton…turned 13 today. Teenager #2 in the house.
Yesterday, I told him it was his last day of childhood. Today…he would be a man.
He replied with a smirk, “No. I will be a teenager…and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
That begged for a response which I gave him with a bigger smirk, “Oh…there’s still time.”
Well, he survived to see the day, and he celebrated by having the other boys on our team come over for a little party. None of them are all that close to being teenagers just yet, but Dayton doesn’t mind. They’re his friends. And he’s pretty much a tall, skinny, little kid still.
He has a brilliant mind, he loves to read, or rather listen to audiobooks (this past month he has listened to the entire unabridged Lord of the Rings trilogy and is probably about done with The Silmarillion), loves Legos and all things puzzly, and enjoys trying to match his father’s wit and bad humor. He’s making progress in that too. Greatest of all, he knows Jesus and is learning what it means to love Him and to follow Him.
The party continued today with lots of Wii, the Lego Movie (boy…was that awesome), playing outside with swords, presents, a Captain America piñata, and the Great Eye of Sauron for a cake.
I asked the boys to raise their hands and say “I” if they wanted some cake. Predictably, the Great Eye had it. During the cake distribution one boy said, “I want a piece with the spray paint on it.” Yup. Boys.
Wish you were here…no way I’m eating any of that. And we still have some leftover cake from our church party yesterday for a 1 year old. You sure you can’t swing by for some cake?
