Happy birthday Bri….
I had him when I was 12. Ok, 15 then. Would you believe 25?
It was always a trip to do Halloween and his birthday together. Hard to get original when at least half the celebration involves traisping up and down streets with hoards of screaming short people everywhere you look.
The other mothers got a break…I took usually 8-10 curtain climbers that were purported to be my son’s friends tricking and then off to the cake and ice cream and presents extravaganza.
I don’t miss those friggin days..really. No, really.
Ok, maybe a little bit. ;p
But I am glad he lives in his own humble abode..honest to gawd!