Sunday, May 02, 2010
Given how many hours a week Aaron is in school, I guess it was just a matter of time before he started picking up copious amounts of likes and habits from his friends. And in fact, the other day, he came home, pointed his fist at me, and said, "Bang bang!" Even though he didn't make the universal hand signal for a gun - instead of pointing his index finger out, he balled up his fist and clenched his thumb - I knew what he was miming. Welcome to boyhood, young son. So long as you don't graduate to the real thing, play away.