It feels like yesterday we were taking Mom's camcorder to make our own X-games recordings with our Razor scooters and Dad's automobile creeper in the garage. Or when you cried when Mom and Dad wouldn't let you bungee jump in FL at the age of 3. Or when you'd do "stupid human tricks" at all my birthday party sleepover talent shows. I.e. blowing up a balloon with your nostrils. Or when you cried when we moved out of the 1,000 sq foot condo that we lived in while the house was being built because you didn't think it was fair we had to live in this "big house" instead of the condo. Or when you almost made Mom go to time out because she called a girl in your MDO class "Abby Head"--granted that was her name, but you thought Mom should be punished because we were not to call each other _______heads. I.e. stupid head, meanyhead, etc. Or when you played Houdini and somehow managed to pick off all your braces brackets in efforts of not having to go to school because you hated being in Mrs. Genungs class that much. Or when you made all your guests at your Batman bday party at the bowling alley stand up on a table as you opened the present from them and praised them in front of everyone with positive adjectives and descriptions. Or when your entire diet included (and was limited to) bacon, sausage, pork and beans, Vienna sausages, and peanut butter crackers.
Love you, Bud! I hope you've had a wonderful day! Good luck at your intramural game(s) tonight!
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