This Is Eight

This is Eight.

It's still calling me Mommy in a voice deep enough for a teenager.

It's asking to stop calling me Mommy.

It's putting in earbuds to drown out little siblings.

It's staying up later to read chapter books.

It's making lots of faces.

It's turning down a 3rd grape but then eating 5 tacos.

It's being really mature with one brother.

It's being really immature with another brother.

It's not being embarrassed to give me a hug at school.

It's eating 3 bowls of cereal before bed.

It's wanting to walk home from school by himself.

It's almost being late for school because doing your hair takes forever.

It's not being little and not being big.

This is Eight.