His drawings change frequently now. Someone else may not notice. But his mama does. There are bodies now, not just legs sprouting from heads. There is movement, color, expression.
He grows and grows. He likes to tell people that Pluto is a dwarf planet and that they can send a robot to Mars. He pretends his legos are penguins and shoes and spaceships.
Soon he'll be four. And I'll still be his mama. Even if being his mama looks nothing like it did three short years ago.
Slow down, Buddy. Mama can't keep up.