Two things for me to remember in a few years:
I was windblown from go-cart riding at the beach and we'd come home all tired and sweaty. I changed from contacts to glasses but still had on my favorite T-shirt (it says "Waikiki Surfing Championship 1967" with a picture of a woman on a surfboard) and shorts. I checked on Lucas, who was enjoying the beanbag chair while playing a video game, and he says, "Mom, you look like you're in college." I say, "What, my skin?" thinking that the Meaningful Beauty is just ripping YEARS off my face! He says, "No, those glasses. And your hair, your shirt, your shape, just everything."
My shape? God bless that boy! (He's not quite right.) He's in for a rude awakening (no, more like a pleasant surprise) when he gets to college and discovers that most girls are NOT flat-chested pears!
And Drew enlightened me on a deep subject. I was asking him why he didn't want to do anything fun with us like sailing, which he had declined the day before. He said, "Do you know that from about the age of 4 to the age of 12, you and Dad have told me repeatedly to go find someone to play with, find something to do, learn to entertain yourself, etc.? And now that I CAN entertain myself, you want to do something with me again?"
Ouch! Now I explained to him that that's universal child-rearing; that ALL children have to learn to be independent and not depend on their parents to constantly keep them entertained. But still, when you think about it, I can certainly see his viewpoint.
He's still wrong, but I see his point!