My son might as well be entering a unknown cave full of snakes, lizards, turtles and frogs. At least that’s what I imagine.
Much like a four-year old, it’s grown so fast that it no longer fits in the same form. There’s no other option but to completely transform as it grows up.
From the parents’ perch on the picnic side of the creek, we watch as our newly minted three-year-olds tackle the opposite hill.