This morning my son got dressed, brushed teeth, got his bookbag together and made his lunch....
All without my assistance.
I started to scream with joy - then sob hysterically.
At least I waited until after he walked into school so I didn't embarrass him to death.
And for the record, I don't recall being asked permission for him to go and get all grown.
I guess he did that without me too...... *sniff*