Pullups

When I got home from work today, J.P. met me at the front door with a big smile on his face.  "I've got a surprise for you, Dad," he said.  "I'm wearing pullups!"  As he said this, he tugged at the waistband of his blue jeans and proudly showed me the top of the pullups.

"Wow!" I exclaimed.  "That's awesome."  He grinned up at me, really pleased with himself.

Inwardly, I think I sighed and felt a twinge of sadness and a little nostalgia.  My son is growing up so fast and I'm powerless to stop him.

There's a first time for everything.  The problem, though, is that there's a last time for everything, too.  Like wearing regular diapers.