my sweet baboo is 6 . . .
{and his immediate response to me calling him "my sweet baboo" would be . . . "I am not your sweet baboo! And I wouldn't invite you to a chicken race!!" Quoting from Be My Valentine, Charlie Brown}
This is a boy who loves his birthday. It is all he could talk about for weeks. "Mom when are you going to get my presents?" "Mom, did you buy my presents yet?" "When are you going to wrap my presents?" Counting down to his birthday on his magna doodle and a calendar he hung on the fridge, crossing off each day. Telling the grocery checker that his birthday is on Ground Hog's Day. Making plans for his birthday date (it's a tough choice between Chuck E. Cheese and a movie). Reminding me to hang up decorations for his big day.
I took cookies into his classroom today and his teacher said to me, "He really likes his birthday, doesn't he." Ohhhhh, yes.
When it was finally time to open presents he ran to the designated spot on the family room floor and said, "okay mom, go get your camera."
And he blew out the candles before we could get through the first line of "Happy Birthday to you".
His eyes lit up at the very mention of birthday spanks and he happily assumed the position.
Happy Birthday sloppy joe! (That's what he asked me to call him today). We love you! Only 364 more days until your next birthday!
