Gypsy Boy goes and grows up on me.

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*