Last day of being Seven.

He's leaving his seventh year.

 
 Never to return. Today IS the last day of his sevenhood. Sevenhood?

 
It was a fun year.

 
Full of adventure.

 
Broken bones.

 
His typical Craziness.

 

On occasion, desperation (due to the fact that his mother is his school teacher) "Write your spelling words boy"!! (sorry, that just sorta slipped out)   

 

Hey Mo you do realize that when you turn eight it means everyday you must wake up at 8:00 am. No exceptions.  This would be his "What cho talkin bout Willis" face.

 

"Mom, are you serious"?!! (this is where my evil cackle escapes me) "No, I joke, I joke kiddo"! 

 

"You are so funny mom"! And weird. (he tell's me I'm weird on a regular basis)

 
Ahhh yes seven. You've been wonderful to him. We are grateful.  For every second of every minute of every day of every week of every month of this past year. So very grateful.

 

Tomorrow we gotta "CEL-LEE-BRATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON! So I'm off to bake a cake. I'll have a piece for you alrighty?!!

Over and Out 

The SLM.