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!
Lookin' so cute in my Lightning shirt from Nana, 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.
Plates were merely a technicality...We ate birthday cake like savages and the way God intended:
straight off the tray with our forks and fingers.
Wheels. Yes! Now that's what I call being taken serious! 
2 comments:
Piltz love, love, loves Samuel's cake. Hooie!
so sweeeeet! happy birthday, little samuel.
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