Eight is Great
Yesterday my son turned eight. We took him to Cracker Barrel for breakfast (his choice). Yes, we let him have ice cream and be tardy to school. In addition to the breakfast outing, he has three other birthday activities to enjoy: lunch with Andy’s parents and siblings (last Saturday), dinner with my mom and step-dad (this Sunday), and going to see Avatar in 3D with his best buddy Jared (also this Sunday). Pretty good birthday celebration, if you ask me.
I realize that good mothers always make their kids’ birthday cakes. However, this year Nathan specifically requested an ice cream cake. Could I have done it? Yes, but I was a slacker. Leave me alone, haters.
While yesterday was fantastic, today started off not so great. Mr. Eight Years Old used half the roll of toilet paper, tried to flush, overflowed the toilet (which was a lot more than just water, okay?!), and attempted to unclog the toilet with the toilet bowl scrubber rather than a plunger, which made the situation worse. Good times.
it says my first born should have been a boy, my 2nd born was correct. “reproduce as a hobby”-you’re sooooo funny.