The Neon Nurse's Charting

As Our Little Baby Boy Grows Up (I mean Souvenir, not Mike), it's fun to watch him go through mental stages.

He's just about (thank goodness) out of the one where he was very conflicted about his relationship with my hands. I could be working, or asleep...anything, really, and here he would come:

**POUNCE** "Ah-ha, it is YOU, my arch-nemesis, the EVOL Mr. HAND!!" *bite* *bite* *claw*

But then suddenly, in the midst of this assassination attempt, he would switch to licking and purring, "Oh, Handy, HANDY, my own true love, how I have missed you so!! Never LEAVE me!"

0.o

Back when they were getting ready to turn the clone's junior high into a middle school, she went to a conference and came back to share the following info.

Six graders run everywhere, and chase and hit each other.

Eighth graders start trying to find quiet spots to kiss each other.

Seventh graders chase each other, but when they catch up, they don't know whether to hit or kiss.

So that puts our Souvy inching into eighth grade, I would say.

And speaking of eighth graders, here is a pic of Souvy that Mike took!