Older (wiser?) Me: Not really, son.
11 year-old Son: Oh. Darn.
Youth is always in such a hurry to grow up. I remember the feeling. Now I wish for the opposite. One of these days (soon, too soon) his voice WILL be deeper. Then I'll wish I could turn back time for a little while, hug that sweet little boy again. I'd better hug him a lot now, right?
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