"Hey Mom? How many more days until I'm a grown-up and then turn into a kid again?"
"How many days until I'm a grown-up and turn into a kid again?"
"Um... once you're a grown-up, you don't turn into a kid again, Griffin."
::burst into tears::
And.... the crying lasted over an hour. Apparently, Griffin never wants to be a grown-up and never wants to boss his kids around the way we boss him and around and never wants me to turn into an old lady and never wants Aaron to turn into an old man and he never, ever, ever! wants! to! be! a! grown! up!
Is it the tooth? The ability to wash hands without standing on a step-stool? Going to school?
And how the hell am I suppose to respond to this? Well Griffin, you won't be a grown-up for a long time. That didn't work. Neither did that's not something you need to worry about for a long time, you know not that I want to dismiss his worries but geesh... I'm not going to promise him he'll never be a grown-up 'cause that means either he's gonna die or I'm gonna catch him smokin' the ganja in the basement one day when he's 20 and he refuses to have a job and refuses to go to college and he steals money out of my purse and I'm gonna have to kick him out of the house and then he'll be homeless and THEN WHAT, INTERNET, THEN WHAT? I can't lead him down that path with a little promise of him never turning into a grown-up.