My boy is 11 year's old now. He is a crack up! Both my boys are actually (at least I think so). And a bit of a rag a muffin. He is going through a scruffy phase of not wanting to cut his hair. There are worse things.
Today I was in the garden pruning up all my roses for winter. He came out and asked me if he could make a fruit salad. I know he loves to eat different foods, but this was a new request.
Apple, pear, grapes, and maraschino cherries (with the cherry juice). And yes, he did make it. He is good with a knife thanks to boy scouts. Isn't it just gorgeous! Much like himself.