And he just plain grows up--for that matter when I was 8 I'd run around yelling happy havoc when my mother would tell me we were going to the amusement park, now I hear Six Flags and I start thinking "Hour drive, $40 gas, $20 parking, $60 entrance, $10 hamburgers inside the gate..." and how I can sneak a bottle of water in so I don't have to pay an arm for one.
Crap like that happens when you get old
