Eight candles
My younger son is eight years old. Cazzie said kids grow up so fast. I think he was a baby yesterday.
Now he can do times tables. (Actually it was very hard, when I taught times tables to him.)
He is a good skier. He likes schuss.
He likes to take a train. When he was a baby, he didn't need railroad fare.
He had a lot of runny nose, when he was a baby. He has runny nose yet. But he wipes his runny nose ...
Anyway, he grow up everyday!
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