He's quite an interesting character. Quite different from the six year old boy. A little more mature, a little more sure of himself. When offered stickers at the doctor's office last week, he simply said, "No thank you. I don't need any."
We've been playing a lot of Hide and Seek. Every time he finds me or I find him, he hugs me tight, as if he missed me dearly during our brief separation.
We've also been playing a lot of Apples to Apples, and every time he is the judge, he picks his father's card, no matter what. The seven year old boy is fiercely loyal.
He called me from the roof yesterday. On his own cell phone. Yep, the boy has his own cell phone. In fact, he's the only person in our house with a cell phone. He bought the phone with his own money, then earned an extra $20 to add air time.
"Hi mom! I'm on the roof." Words that make a mother's heart quicken, grab the camera, and run outside. Except the seven year old boy disappears when the camera is present.
That is why the mother of the seven year old boy must take pictures while the boy is asleep.
Ah, how I love to watch him sleep.