On turning 11.

I love this 11 year old. I told him today that I remember very well being 11. I thought it was absolutely the best age. I thought I was very smart... and had a great life... not too many responsibilities ...and lots of possibilities. I decided then for some crazy reason that my multiples of 11 years would be my best... so 11, 22, 33. I told Levi my next birthday was going to the beginning of an exceptional year. He said "Are you going to be 44?" When I said "Yes" he hung his head and said "That means you're going to die soon." So I threatened to not let him have any of his birthday presents.