Last night before dinner Peter said, "Mom, I need a knife at the table every night instead of just a fork. I'm eight now so I can handle a knife. Oh and I'm going to need a real glass instead of just a plastic cup for my milk, because I'm eight now you know. I'm grown up."
Images of broken glass and cut fingers filled my mind but he's right. He is eight you know.
As we gathered around the table Sarah turned up her nose, crossed her arms and huffed, "Now that you're grown up are you gonna read the newspaper every night?"
My husband and I exploded with laughter. If she knew what air quotes were, she would have used them when she said "grown up".
Peter replied, "Well, only the comics."