Octo-Boy!
I have to practice getting my lips around some new words today…
I actually think I may be getting a stutter…
I’ll try for you:
.
MY
SON
IS
EIGHT.
Gads.
A few pertinent questions spring to mind.
Deep and involved queries…
Ssuch as:
How?
What?
Where?
When?
And most importantly…
WHY!
~
My baby boy is growing up.
My Dash is a Transformer-mad, Ben 10-crazy, wii-playing, rip-stick-riding maestro…
We are so proud of you, matie.
Happy Birthday!
(PS Thanks y’all for sweet and reassuring comments last post. I’m okay. And I ain’t plannin’ on going away…)
