My son is a few short weeks away from turning ten. TEN! Double digits! Eight years away from college!
It makes my head spin.
The upside to having a kid turning ten is that the hoopla of a big birthday party seems less appealing - fourth grade boys are good like that. I no longer have to invite the whole class to a laser tag party or fill goodie bags with crappy dollar store junk. Hallefreakinglujah.
This year he was perfectly happy to keep it low key when I suggested that he invite a friend (or two) to do something special, an outing, if you will. This morning, over burnt cinnamon toast and juice, I threw out some ideas to him.
Dinner in Boston? Rollerblading? A movie? Snow tubing?
He shrugged, unimpressed with my brainstorms.
(Ten is also the age where I am less and less cool despite my awesome singing voice)
You know, mom, how about if I have a friend over and we stay home and watch a movie and eat hot dogs?
So far Ten is looking a whole lot easier than Nine.
