Monday, January 18, 2010
And Now We Are Four
Four. Four is a grown ass man. Four is all bony knees and sharp elbows. Four is when people start punching you in the face when you call him a baby. Four. Happy, happy birthday my little man. You are the light of our lives every day.
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