Someone I know is turning five today. This ‘someone’ has big brown eyes, likes every toy he sees on television, and is in the habit of crawling into bed with Jonathan and me in the wee hours of the morning. (It’s cute even though he drapes himself all over us like a lumpy blanket.)
This brand-new-five-year-old gets his penchant for wearing his pajamas all day from his mother and his friendly, outgoing nature from his father. He gets along pretty well with his sister, in spite of the fact that there’s one day a year when she gets a whole bunch of gifts and he gets none.
Well Evan , your day has come. Happy Birthday, buddy. We love you!