After my workout this morning, I picked Jax up at the Kid's Gym, and as we were putting on his shoes, I asked him how it was.
"Great! Greta was there and I played with her. And I took her jacket and ran and she didn't win, I won."
"I'm glad you got to play with Greta, but maybe no more taking her stuff, okay?"
"Okay....and I played with these guys," (holding up five fingers, then counting them off one by one) "this guy, and him and him, and him, and me!" Excitement oozes.
Right about then, one of the boys comes out of the Kid's Gym to put on his shoes, and as he does, Jax says, "Hey, there's one of those guys!"
"Hey, dude," He calls nonchalantlyin a voice 2 octaves lower than the one he was just using.
The little boy doesn't hear him, but a second later looks up, sees Jax and says , "Hey!"
"Hey," he responds, again, in the casual, non-committal way his dad answers just about all of my questions.
He finishes putting on his shoes, starts to walk away, and throws over his shoulder a "later, bro" as he goes.
And I stand and stare, wondering who exchanged my chatty little 4 yr old boy with this 12 year old pre-man.
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