We'll my eight-year-old little boy is now nine. He actually doesn't want to be referred to as "little boy." I guess not liking the "little" reference isn't anything new. For a long time, we had to introduce him to people as "the big kid."

Anyhoo, we celebrated his birthday at the pond with family (grandparents, aunts & uncles, cousins). The cousins had an opportunity to run wild and they took advantage of it. I wonder if an afternoon like today was the inspiration for Lord of the Flies? I don't spend a whole lot of time with packs of pre-teen boys. I recommend that it be avoided.