Duff Goldman I will never be.
But when my weak imitation causes this reaction:
I can’t say that I care.
Ethan had a great day today. Visiting with family, walking into a house occupied mostly by balloons, playing with trains. He had been anticipating his ‘big party’ for several days. After a delicious meal of kabobs, rice, and salad, Ethan opened his presents. Then we sang happy birthday accompanied by Laurel on the violin. Then we dug into that poor little cake. And it was good.