No moving targets are much easier to hit. Guessing the growth rate of any male child is akin to Delphic readings, the Gods only know. Mine is 17 and going through yet another growth spurt; eating like Sherman's Army in Georgia, sleeping long into the morn, adding bulk in places he's been skin and bone; I expect one day to find I'm looking up at him, soon.

The kilt is a grand piece of work, maybe one of the girls can wear it when the lad out grows it.....Cheers!