That's right. As of today, I have an 11-year-old son. Does it ever go away, that sense of astonishment over the fact that you have (more or less) successfully reproduced? My friend Dan, whose kids are 18 and 20, says no, it will be perpetually amazing. But some days you feel it more than others.
Eleven. Wow. Happy birthday, kid.
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Wait until he's 16 going on 17, wearing size 14 shoes, and towers a head taller than you... It just gets better. :)
Sorry missed it! Haapy Birthday to your son! Two more years and he reaches that magical teenage stage! What fun! LOL!
Hope it was a great day! My oldest is six, and I still have that feeling every birthday.
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