For many years my son was my shadow. He watched me do everything. From working on the car to shaving. One day when he was about 7 I had to drive to the store and I called him by his nickname, "Hey, Bozo. Want to go to the store with me?" He was playing with friends, thought for a second and told me that he wanted to stay and play with his buddies. It kinda cut me a little, but I knew he was going to leave the nest some day.