Happy 5th birthday, buddy.
We all love you very much.
Even though you’re like this much of the time:
and you pull this kind of crap every single day:
and your feet look like this.
Yes, it’s true, we still love you because all that is outweighed by this:
and even this:
And this whole ruining-the-cookie-cake-by-licking-the-icing-off-before-your-party thing was NOT FUNNY when you did it, and in fact sent your mother into a tearful tailspin, complete with a “whyyyyy do my children always shit on me?!” lament.
But it’s funnier now:
Never could I have imagined that someone your age would have such a sophisticated sense of humor and possess the kind of charm some older boys have that allows them to get by with pure orneriness. When people used to tell me boys and girls were nothing alike, I didn’t believe them. Now I know better.
You exasperate your caregivers – especially me – and I’m so tired at the end of the day just from keeping up with you.
And I couldn’t love you more.
I’m pretty sure I speak for Daddy and Laurel, too.