Max turns 8 at 2:38am on September 22 and that means that as he ages, so do I. That sucks! But..........................................
My hyper 8 year old helps to keep me young in some ways as the creeping decrepitude continues to find my weak white underbelly and take advantage.
Max had his birthday dinner, guacamole, chips, tacos and a dreamcicle cake for dessert. He ate his dinner like a kid possessed to get to the cake, to get to the gifts. Oh to be young, when true joy happens just because you got to eat tacos or cake and get s toy or book that you don't have. I really only have one photo from our impromptu birthday dinner and it is this one.
In other words, it was a great dinner and we all had a fabulous time. Hahahahaha. I love my dad.
Happy birthday Max!
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