Fifteen
In other news, this person is now halfway to thirty:
He arrived in our lives eight days late and he's kept a casual way about him ever since.
[One week ago]
"Do you want to go out for dinner for your birthday?"
"I don't know."
[Four days ago]
"Do you want a cake?"
"Not really."
[This morning -- I bring him a hard-boiled egg with googly eyes sticking out of it for breakfast in bed]
"Happy birthday, Beast."
[One eye opens]
"Love you, Mom."
[Falls back asleep. Eons go by. A comet destroys all humanity. Dinosaurs re-take the earth.]
[He sits up]
"Dad, I finally figured out what I wanted for lunch."
[His father gurgles from the grave]
"Seriously, Dad? I have to make my own hot dog?"
