Last week I took my oldest son for a check-up, and that evening he has an important announcement.
"Guess what? Today I officially weighed in at 100 pounds. Doesn't that make me a man?"
I look at my son. He has spaghetti sauce on his cheek, his hair is sticking up in the back, his arms are like toothpicks, and he is talking with his mouth full. In other words, he is 100% boy.
My heart flip-flops, and I smile.
"You're the man," I reply.