The countdown has begun. It is two weeks and two days until my firstborn baby becomes a teenager. How did this happen so fast? And how do I stop it? I don't wanna have a big boy, I wanna have my baby stay little! *Sob*.
But the dilemma this year is what to do for his big day. Thirteen. Man, that sounds grown up. Thirteen. And you'll never guess what this quirky, amazing, wonderful young man has asked for this year. Remember, he is a product of a derbying, slightly off center, definitely out there Madmother and a very geeky, sci-fi fan, honours degree in physics, maths and computer science Big Boy: in other words he was bound to be unique.
Any thoughts? I'll give you a hint. He bought The Crystal Bible at age five (no - we were not alternative people at all), sleeps with his four amethysts and two fluorite crystals under his pillow each night, recent reading includes Astral Travel for Beginners, The Autism Prophecies and The Psychic Bible...
No it is not World Peace. He asked for that from Santa a few years back. Nor is it a cure for cancer, he is going to work on that after he completes his studies, he tells me.
The time machine theory has fallen by the wayside for now (could have something to do with his mother's blank looks when he starts on about the time-space continuum, and wrinkles in something or other).
Any thoughts? Give up?
Anyone know where I can track down a decent aura camera? Nope? Me either, but that's what I am on the hunt for. Gotta love him. A boy of science who is as alternative as you can be. What a combination!
I love you baby, to infinity and beyond.
Day 2808 - Friday Inspiration -
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