JT, now 13 and sporting a height of 5 foot 6, the makings of a mustache, and a deepening voice, still moves around the house as if he is 50 pounds of 6 years old. That he is not his mama's little boy anymore means that each morning when he rolls out of bed (or otherwise navigates the house), it sounds like a large wild animal has thundered across the floor.
He eats like a beast uncertain of his next meal. It's not unusual for JT to sit down for breakfast and then grill me about what I'll be serving for his lunch and supper. He's big, he's loud, and he's strong.
Time to put him to work.