This morning, as I watched out the window, I noticed a neighbor boy jump over the fence and head into his house.
About the same time, my two-year-old son came up to me. I pulled him into my lap as I alternately dreamed about what he'll be like as a young man and wished he could stay little forever.
Then, as we cuddled, he let out a huge belch. I chuckled and realized that no matter how old he gets, some things will probably never change.