The boy fell asleep on the sofa, after telling me with tears in his eyes, that he didn't want his birthday to be tomorrow.  He didn't want to wake up a teenager.  He was worried that he would be different, act different, feel different.  He didn't want to be and "angsty teen", and not want to hang out with his family.  He was genuinely worried.  I gave him a squeeze and told him there was nothing to worry about.  Those who know Bennett well (or even have just met him) can tell he is an old soul - a little boy with the heart of an old man.  I reminded him of this, and promised that he would not be an angsty teen, as somewhere and somehow he skipped those years.

Don't worry, Kid.  You can spend every minute with us - we will be here, blowing up balloons.