The Country Mice

My tall one passed his fourteenth revolution around the sun last week. Or is it the sun that revolves around him?

Phew, no, not yet. That package of adolescent arrogance has not arrived on our doorstep yet. We are still fortunate to have him able to give us a smile in lieu of a sneer.

The Tall One has had quite a year. His feet have grown three sizes since September, his voice dropped a couple of octaves and he’s officially taller than his mother. He’s also been working on a year-long art project for school, has recently appropriated my camera for close-up photo-shoots with wee and tiny arachnids and is preparing for a school trip to Quebec this month.

Some of us are really going to miss him.

And others may enjoy being an only child for a week.

Now where did *that* come from?

It really would be good if they could just stop. Growing. Now.