In other words…
Fourteen!
Kids. They just won't stop.
Since his birthday happened to fall on a Sunday, he and his mates went to see a movie the night before (Godzilla, oh yeah), and then Sunday he had to resign himself to hanging out with his family.
It's a rough life.
Here are the exciting pictures of the day:
The old timer.
Here are my thoughts on the hair of a fourteen year old:
a. he just woke up
b. he styles it like that on purpose
c. he is in a constant state of needing a haircut
d. all of the above
(you know it's d)
Opening a present or two...
It's a shoe box, but not shoes inside. No way would he be
so thrilled with a pair of shoes…
The rest of the family looks on in wonder.
Gettin' cozy with his spoils.
Jarom takes an impromptu nap, Lena examines a chip,
and Reid spaces out… "Wait… what? I turned fourteen today?? AWESOME!!"
Conner tells his father the most fascinating, amazing, astounding
story EVER...
Then shoves his face with food in the graceful manner
that only a boy can master.
I tell Reid I need to take his picture,
and he challenges me to a staring contest.
He takes his staring contest abilities very seriously.
Like I said.
Our Friends Forever, the Finches, smelled cake and decided to come on by at this point.
Happy Birthday… You're ONE! Plus thirteen.
At some point you get too old to have your candles actually match your age.