but he's still my little boy. He turned 8 on July 4th. Eight. How did that happen. Seems like just yesterday he was a tiny baby with digestion troubles. Now he eats like a powerhouse and I know it's just a warm up for his teens. He's my sensitive little thinker, my scientist, my timid lion. We call his birthday his independence day since that's the day he became independent from me. He loves that. For his cake this year he designed his own pokeball for a pokeman he created just for the day. I think he called it a Minun. I'll have to double check with him on that. 
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