Today, while out running an errand, Jayden tripped and fell. He proceeded to limp very slowly across the car park. So I stopped and asked him what happened, "I fell off the path and my skin ripped off!" There was no blood so I didn't bother to verify the story. I just picked him up and carried him to the car. While I'm carting him to the car he looks at me and says, "Mom, I'm all most a big boy now!" I was slightly taken aback that he didn't think of himself as a big boy, I got in trouble a long time ago for calling him baby. I simply said, "Really, all most? How much longer do you have to go?" "I'm thinking until I hit 100 and then I'll be all grown up, but I might have to wait until I'm googolplex."