HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMINATOR!
Being eight sure is great — so far anyway.
Sam had his birthday extravaganza yesterday with one rockin’ game truck pulling into the driveway for two-plus hours, much to the amazement of our neighbors. It was little-boy-heaven complete with trance-like stares at the screen, lots of chocolate cake, and Nerf gun battles galore. What more can you ask for than that?
Thank God I made two cakes because they were both decimated. All that gaming sure gives your thumbs a big appetite!
One thing is for sure — eight is enough, for now anyway. I still can’t believe he is that old! It seems like yesterday there was a squirming watermelon in my stomach.
And then there was that teeny little baby.
He sure didn’t feel teeny coming out, though!
Now he’s a one-man band, tearing around on his bike, reciting random history facts, eating every carb he encounters, and snickering at his own made-up jokes. (These jokes often need an explanation and somehow relate to toilets. Since they now come with a penalty of ten cents off his allowance, they are becoming far less frequent.)
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