Day 86 - 9:17am, 27 March 2019
Every day, I see more and more evidence that Little Mister is growing up. Not just the height thing. I have long since given up the idea that I would get primary out of him before he overtook me; at the rate he's going, even six-foot plus Daddy isn't going to get primary out of him.
It's the little things, like trying to pick up birthday presents for him. I realise I am no longer searching Amazon for brand new toys to amuse him, but scouring eBay for secondhand history books for him to read instead. But, even so, not too big it seems to stop him squeezing his way onto the sofa to watch old episodes of Blackadder, curled up against his Dad.
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