So the man of the house got a little older on Monday.
He's fine with it. He can't really remember his age anymore anyway.
And it's a great excuse to buy a bazillion boxes of M&Ms
Would you like to see a picture of Wes lecturing me?
And then smiling at me?
And then smiling big in the dark?
I aim to please.
The night before the big day, we were sitting around chatting
about a whole lot of nothing with our two teenagers, when Wes
announced "I almost found a purple crayon today."
It was a very exciting story. And while we laughed at him
about it, he shoved a plastic bat up his nose.
His descent into senility is coming along nicely.
HAPPY THIRTY EIGHT!!!