So today we went to my nephew's second birthday party. My son looked a bit out of place with his burgeoning moustache while eating jelly and ice cream before he headed for the soft play area.
It was only when he was talking to a friend of my SIL's and she said 'Blimey, he's bigger than me!' that we realised he's no longer allowed in the soft play area because although he's the right age, he's too tall. And when I realised that he is the same height as me.
I know it had to happen eventually, but he's only eleven! He spent the rest of the afternoon patting me on the head and calling me titch.
It was only when he was talking to a friend of my SIL's and she said 'Blimey, he's bigger than me!' that we realised he's no longer allowed in the soft play area because although he's the right age, he's too tall. And when I realised that he is the same height as me.
I know it had to happen eventually, but he's only eleven! He spent the rest of the afternoon patting me on the head and calling me titch.