H is for Hunter

My beautiful baby boy is now a grade-schooler, just shy of nine, verging on the cusp of young-manhood. He's all skinny bird-legs with impossibly big feet (only a couple sizes smaller than his dad's, already,) a throaty giggle to go along with a nine-year-old sense of humor -- bodily-function jokes are supreme comedy -- and bouts of pre-adolescent sullenness or rudeness which are suddenly alleviated by a sunny smile. He's not yet too old or too cool to kiss his mom goodbye when he's dropped off at school, which I know won't last much longer, but I am enjoying every moment that's left of it. He also has a kid's absolute focus on electronic games. Here he is totally absorbed in his Gameboy. (For the record, I believe he was playing Tony Hawk Boom Boom Huck Jam.) He never even noticed the camera until after the flash went off.