Bright at 8.

He can use a drill to drive in a decking screw.  He can run a jigsaw along a curved line.  He can sand a smooth edge.  He can hold up his end of a decking board.

He has chest muscles.  He won't use a kid cup at dinner.  His portion sizes are larger than mine.

He thinks rationally, loves decidedly, and lives openly.

He is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.  I'm loving Bright at 8.