Every day Javi becomes more and more like a pre-teen and less and less like a little boy. He draws dragons and Simpsons characters. He rides his bike and scooter in the neighborhood. He gets on and off the bus by himself (with me watching from afar, of course). And now he has to have his hair gelled.
He really wants liberty spikes like Pimp My Ride (yes, that's what he said), but he settled for a generic spike this morning.
13 is right around the corner.