Mom rarely takes me serious. Like when I tell her I want candy for breakfast: not taken seriously. When I tell her I can't like naptimes anymore: not taken seriously. However...when I told her I wanted a "Cars" birthday party: serious. Sweeeeet!
Mater hat and Cars birthday banner.
Kate told her mama she wants to marry me.
I say lose the 'stache and trim up those brows and we'll talk.
We ate birthday cake like savages and the way God intended:
straight off the tray with our forks and fingers.