Zander came home from school yesterday and informed me that he was going to change his name when he gets older.
"Why?" I asked. "I love your name."
He said, "Zander is fine for a kid name but not a grown up. When I get bigger I'm changing it to Jack. Don't you know that you can change your name when you get older? It's true, you can Mom."
Later that night we were outside on the driveway playing with sidewalk paint. I was showing off to all the neighborhood kids, and painted a portrait of Zander as a police officer, with a mohawk of course. Underneath the painting I printed out his name.
"Umm, Mom. Cops are grownups, write Jack not Zander."
Oh, how I love my first born.
Everyday I could write about the funny or insightful things he says.