My house seems to be endlessly full of enormous teenagers. There are always extra bodies lying on the floor in the living room, playing that Mortal Kombat game or watching movies. I suspect that some of them, although they claim to be visiting my son, are actually here to attempt proximity to my sixteen-year-old daughter. I always sort of thought that was a myth, but I see it in action here. Plus all my son's friends are growing madly, and the nice little eleven and twelve year old boys I met when we first moved here are now huge. Boys do that, hey? Just grow overnight? Ian slept for a couple of months and is now almost 5' 7". For those of you who are counting, yes, that is almost five inches taller than me. But it's good. Boys should be tall. And yeah, I'm short.