It feels like just yesterday that I was trying to figure out how to fill up eleven weeks of summer vacation. (The answer is camp, cheap camp, free camp, grandparent camp, cousins at the beach camp, hanging with neighborhood kids, and camp iPad.)

Holy mackerel

He is NINE. Let that sink in a moment. Remember this?

We did not ask permission before stuffing him into this outfit.

Feel free to hum a little Tracey Lawrence. I know I am.