This morning we woke him up ... at 6:30 ... by singing Happy Birthday and then attacking him with silly string. We each had our own can and luckily he woke up with a smile and laughed. I was hoping that we wouldn't terrify him. I thought of dressing up as clowns and waking him up ... but that idea scared me too much. I don't hate anyone and try to remember that all people are God's children but ... I hate clowns. And I don't feel bad about it. They are just asking for it with their scary makeup, honking noses, and big shoes.
I asked B what he wanted to do for his birthday. Since he is homeschooled, his birthday is a school holiday and he had off today. Do you know what my newly turned 11 year old wanted to do? Yep, go to the office with his dad and shred paper. Just like every other 11 year old, right? Ok, I never said he was normal. But who wants to be normal. Normal is boring. I think I wrote a post about that a couple months ago...
And who could forget peanut butter pie. This was B's other request. He wanted breakfast for dinner and peanut butter pie for dessert. Nothing like pancakes and syrup then a little peanut butter pie... YUM!
Steph, He is beautiful and I wan the pie recipe!
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