more about birthdays

Yesterday my grandson turned eight years old.  A few weeks ago he told me that he's almost an adult.  He knows that is so because his favorite LEGO kits say, right on the box, "For ages 12 to adult."  So he told me that after his eighth birthday, he would be an adult in 4 more years.  He loves math.  And his logic always amazes and delights me.  

His favorite store is a family owned business that was established at the edge of town years ago when the country butted up against the edge of town right there.  The general supply and arrangement of goods has stayed the same for years - upstairs one can find hardware, gardening supplies, tools, boots and gloves and pet food.  Downstairs there are games, toys, books, maps, hula hoops.  Downstairs is where my grandson loves to dream the dreams of young  boys about pirate ships and Star Wars adventures and shiny new bikes and skateboards.  He could spend hours there, just dreaming and wishing.   It is a joy to listen to him compare and contrast and consider the best buy, the kits that are different than the ones he has or like the ones his friends have, the ones that would take him on new adventures.

I'm sure he and I will visit this treasure house dozens of times in the next four years.  Not much time left before he becomes an adult!