So when a birthday feels just like any other day; you have to wonder, ‘When did I grow up?’
When did crayons, mud, bugs, and trucks become replaced by paper work, a sponge, and laundry?
That’s when you put your six year old britches back on (figuratively of course) and play…
To the man that keeps me young and keeps the kid alive in all of us…
Happy Birthday to my number one kid!
what a perfect blog to yo man! Happy Birthday to Uncle Knothead! We can’t wait to celebrate with you next weekend!