Okay, so maybe, just maybe there is a small bit of truth when my Mom tells me I don't actually have a baby anymore.
Last night Cr was sitting on the floor, wrestling with the dogs and boys. N walked up to him, sat down right in front of him with his legs sticking and said:
"Daddy? Can I talk you fora minute? I hurt my leg."
Hrmph. Seems he's going to grow up whether I approve or not.