Five! Five! The Micro-Dragon is FIVE!
The parentals feel a little well, wiped right now. Five years ago, the Mom was tapping me on the forehead saying “it’s time”, with my replying “go back to sleep, it’ll pass”. After the multi-hour induction and after the Mom threw up (on me) before eating my peanut Glossettes, I still remember him clutching my finger for the first time, and my thinking “crap! none of the names will work!”
The fact that he started as a little pink blue-eyed blond kid was also unexpected, but the raised pinky when he drinks his glass of moo confirms the Patrem’s genetics are being expressed in little bits.
He’s big now, and certainly really not micro anymore. And his love of space and the planets hasn’t really gone down a whit, as he’s demonstrating with his new customized suit. Plus he’s going to be bigger than the parentals (not hard, but it’s more or less certain).
Sometimes he’s a little maniac and sometimes he forgets to listen, but the parentals are really proud of him for how he’s turning out. There’s going to be a lot more to his story coming up, with big changes over the next little while. The ride’s going to be interesting to say the least.