A long time ago, I made Jack promise to never grow up, and to always be my baby. He agreed for a while. Eventually, I released him from his promise and he seemed pretty excited. But today was just too much. Four years old?
We ate the traditional birthday pizza snake, and this year he had root beer bundt cake. Pictures are on my phone, which I left in his room. Then at bedtime, he wanted to me to lay in bed with him and discuss his future. Something about a lab and potions… I fell asleep while putting him to bed, because it is exhausting having a 4 year old. And I may have celebrated with a glass or two of wine.
It’s my birthday too, yeah.