Monday was your birthday. You wanted nothing more than to go to Monkey Joe's, in fact you decided that 6 months ago when it first opened, and never forgot about it, so of course we let you choose 5 friends (all BOYS from school, no less) and we went.
You enjoyed being the center of attention, because you never get to be. I don't think you realize how funny you are sometimes, and not even on purpose. You have your father's personality that way...you are smart as can be and have been enjoying winning everyone's money in Monopoly and then you make very dry, funny jokes on the fly. Very much like your father, except you haven't quite developed his evil "I have once again crushed everyone in Monopoly" cackle.
You have grown up so much this year, but are still the little boy who loves hugs and kisses and won't let me leave your room at night without a 'super squeeze'. I'll take it. You like to add and subtract and have developed a talent for asking me questions I don't know the answers to, but that's okay. We can learn some things together.
Weaponry is always good! You asked everyone for SuperSoakers, mostly I think, because you're sick of using your brother's hand me downs and waiting for him to grace you permission. Now you are set.
Happy Birthday sweet boy. You have more heart than anyone I've ever known, but you can still be a stinker. And that is what I love about you the most.
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