You surprised us today, your mother and I. Over breakfast, you earnestly exclaimed "When can I become big like you and Dada. I already eat so much food, but still not big like you...." with a look of frustration across your face. I'm not exactly sure what triggered it but on hindsight it was funny and touching at the same time - seeing you so keen on growing up and being exasperated. Not too soon, my son. Not too soon. Enjoy your childhood, free from the concerns of adulthood. It is an important part of your growth - so that you can always look back to a part of your innocence that reminds you most of the perfect soul that you really are. Not too soon, my son.