Captain Jake Sparrow did not approve of the clothes I picked out for him this morning.
So I accompanied him back to his dresser to find a 'cooler' shirt.
I suggested (my mistake, shoulda known better, I know, I know, I know) a neon green Reebok soccer shirt that he absolutely loves.
Used to love.
He shivered in disgust when I took it out of his drawer and held it up.
He stuck out his tongue and said, "Bleck".
Hurricane: "What is wrong with THIS shirt? You LOVE this shirt!"
Sparrow: "I weared it when I was 3, like 10 years ago. Duh."
Some aliens must have kidnapped my son last night.
Because when I tucked him in at 845 pm, he was 4.
And according to his math, he is now 13.
Perhaps I should be thankful that we bypassed 10 years and are now smack in the middle of puberty?