Could it really be?
Yep, he’s eight. And he has the dangling front tooth to prove it!
Hey, why did I not take Nellie’s pic?
Doh! Can’t forget the littlest ham!
Before Steve left for Illinois last weekend, we took Duke out to for 25-cent ice cream cones (that are no longer 25 cents and apparently haven’t been 25 cents in a long, long time now. Oops.) at McDonald’s with the really big play place.
Today, we’re just hanging out at home, stuffing ourselves with ice cream and every sort of topping known to kidkind, interspersed with bits of outside time in between the rain drops and a birthday call from Steve.
Happy birthday, Duke! You’re a cool kid.