A conversation the day before his birthday:
S: I just feel like a…what’s it called?
S: No, what’s it called when you have a big appetite?
S: A teenager! I feel like a teenager but I’m still just a kid.
S: I wonder what Ethan will be like when he’s older? Like when he’s Felicity’s age.
Me: Yeah. That will be interesting.
S: I hope he doesn’t waste food like Felicity.
Yeah, ’cause that’s the worst thing I can think of too.