They become real people over night.

My son got home last night after spending two days on the farm with his daddy and grandpa. I was immediately annoyed because his newer jeans had a five-inch slice down the back of his leg. I could only imagine how it happened.

He told me his pants got caught...keep in mind, his father is giggling the entire time.

The actual story is that while working out in a pasture, my son decided he needed to cross a barbed-wire fence by himself. And he believed that he was small enough to slither in between two wires without getting poked. Needless to say, he was wrong. His pants got caught and with one leg up in the air, he tried desperately to unhook his pants. Only to make the rip that much bigger.

The lesson though, came from my husband. He went on to tell me that he had no idea our son was over by the fence. All he heard was, "Darn barbed-wire anyway...darn barbed-wire..." Our son, at the age of four already knows that muttering under our breath and cursing whatever thing we ran in to will make any situation better. If he would have had his eyes closed, I bet my husband could have pictured himself or me or any other adult for that matter.

He's growing up...darn it.