It's in his deeper sometimes squeaky voice, the shadow of his upper lip, the maturity he exhibits and in a surprise turn of events, the fun I have hanging out with him.
Dorothy has a small singing "solo" in her chumash play tomorrow - when I asked if she had a microphone she said now. I said "you have to say it loudly so we can hear" and she said "Mommy (incredulously) You know I'm loud"
