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Sep 25, 201207:43 AMPlain Jane

Because Moms Can't Be Afraid to Tell it Like it is

Racing to grow up

Sep 25, 2012 - 07:43 AM

This is a picture of my son's race-car bed. We are selling it because my little boy had the audacity to grow up. He now wants a big-guy bed.

Needless to say, I am thoroughly annoyed at the whole growing up thing. Why can't he stay little?

I vividly remember the day we brought this race car home. My son LOVED IT! He jumped up and down, pretended to drive it and danced around like it was Christmas morning. I can still hear his squeaky little voice singing.

I suppose his next request will be for a real car. When that day comes, I'll probably clutch my chest and drop to the floor. Thankfully, that day is a long way off. However, at this rate, it will probably feel like tomorrow. Whoever said of raising children, "Every day feels like a year and every year a minute" totally nailed it.

I'm guessing she also had a little boy who refused to stay little too. Oh the nerve! Now how do we make it all stop?

Sep 25, 2012 01:21 pm
 Posted by  raquella46

It is amazing how quickly they grow up! One of mine is 2 going on 6 1/2. Really. When you ask him how old he is he says, "Six an a haf." Since he's skipping years at a time, we're thinking we should clearly move him to a big boy bed soon. So, how much are you asking for the bed...? ;]

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