Monday, December 11, 2006
I opened the door to my son's room at 7:30 this morning. It jolted him awake and he let loose a loud grunt.
"Happy Birthday, now get up"
Dads are always warm and fuzzy that way.
The kid, my youngest, is sixteen today. He's got it all figured out. His best buddies agree with him. He's announced that when/if we leave Canada next year he's staying behind.
"Where are you going to live?"
Yep, just like me at sixteen.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON!!!!
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