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Wow.

Wow.

Logan's seven years old now, so I've been told. So, I've witnessed. So, I'm NOT accepting.

My son goes to bed now and says, "Good night, Mommy, sweet dreams..." To which I reply, "Good night Sugar Bear, sweet dreams..."

I'M NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS PROGRESSION AT ALL.

I heard through the grapevine that kids grow up, learn, date, get married and have babies of thier own. Well NOT MY LITTLE GUY.

Tonight. Tonight, my son got out of bed, turned on the bathroom light, went to the bathroom, Lauren, he "took a piss" and then proceeded to flush, turn out the light, go to his room, RE-CLOSE, if that's a word, the door and that's it. That's it.

He didn't come to the living room and see what Mommy was watching on television. He didn't come to the living room and say, "Mommy, I can't sleep." He simply acted as perhaps an "older" boy would. Did his thing and that's it.

That's it. I'm bummed. I need another baby. I don't need another, but just know how proud I am of my little guy. My little baby...who's turning into a guy.

Wow.