Less isn't always good

Jeremiah's closet finally got cleaned out. 

We went trough every toy, Lego piece, puzzle, crayon, and book .... he had... I almost cried.  Several times. 

I would ask ... do you still want this?

He would quickly answer ... no, I don't play with that anymore. 

So to the donation box it would go... a little piece of my little boy leaving me, for good. 

At one point I even got mad he was giving away so much.  

I will be eleven this year!

And Kip helping out saying  ... I didn't play with toys like that when I was ten. 

For years I always wanted less toys in the house.  Less stuff to clean.  Less stuff to step on.  Less stuff. 

Right now.  Less isn't feeling so good. 

He likes Metallica.....

and asked, "can we go to Macy's".

"Macy's...what for?" I said.

"I need skinny jeans, they sell them there". 

Lately he has been growing.  Into himself.  It scares me.  Sometimes.  I feel like he IS my baby, still.

But then he talks about 80's rock.  

and I'm like whhhhaaattt?!?!?!?

I seriously can only name probably one Metallica song (having trouble doing so at the moment).

We did go to Macy's.  He got skinny jeans (they were on sale)....

and he is teaching me about Metallica.