Earlier this week, Sawyer came to me with a very earnest look on his face. I could tell he had something serious on his mind.
"Mom," he began "I don't want any more tight underwear with pictures on it. I only want boxers. You know, I'm in third grade now and we have to change in front of each other for gym. I don't want the other boys to think I'm a baby."
Duly noted, my no-longer-little-boy.