Kennie is getting to old

Last night, we went to Back to school night to meet his teacher, Mrs. P. (Pagniano). While we were walking up to the school, I told Kennie to take my hand since we were walking in the street. He then whispers under his breath, "Mom, when we get to the sidewalk, can I let go of your hand?" Oh, my! He is my tender one and he already doesn't want to hold my hand??