All summer long I have watched you grow up, you are becoming so independent. Until something happens and you want your Daddy (or Mommy). Of course even when you want us, you aren’t always ready to tell us the real reasons. When you fell from the bouncy castle it was hours after you hurt your self that you would admit to us that you were in pain. Insisting even as we were driving to the hospital that your arm was fine. Of course now we know you broke your collar-bone and shoulder.