At Cracker Barrel with Danger Monkey for his birthday dinner (his choice).
On the drive over, he magnanimously announced he would be buying dinner for the entire family with his own money, after buying himself just one toy from the store.
He’s a gracious young man. He also only has $0.37 to his name, clutched in coins in his sweaty little fist.
To my son, Danger Monkey, who woke up today and puked repeatedly. Not the best way to start your 6th birthday, but that’s how we roll.
Outside of spontaneous regurgitation, he’s a hard working young man with a sharp mind, soft heart and the charisma of a movie star.
You’ll go far, Danger Monkey. I love you. Happy Barfday!
I find a strange amount of joy in My Oldest Girl taking boffer swords to her friend’s party to “teach all those girls how to sword fight… FOR REAL.”
Very Vocal Viking 