7 years, 364 1/2 days old
Jacob and I were talking for a bit again this afternoon (conversations with Jacob are never more than a bit because there's just too many other distracting things in life which must be done/explored/dismantled/built/played/eaten/ laughed about/watched/climbed on/jumped from/drawn/poked at/examined/tackled/etc to hold still for lengthy conversations), and it suddenly hit me, I don't have any little kids anymore. I even said out loud to Jacob, "You're not a little kid anymore, you're a 'medium kid' now." Jacob processed that thought for a second, and was happy for himself but maybe trying to comfort my twinge of sadness when he pointed out that Sam (his 4-year-old cousin sitting nearby playing) was still a little kid.
