My baby boy, Andrew, turned 6 on tuesday. He told me I can't call him my baby boy any more since he is 6 now. I promptly told him he will always be my baby boy. That led to a math lesson of addition by 32. "when I am 80 you will be how old?" "Dead" I said. Anyway, he had a good day and he is having friends over tomorrow for a little party. He is very excited.
As is tradition in the Bennett abode, the birthday child gets to choose the evening meal. He chose chicken parmigian, salad, garlic bread and raspberries. We had leftover chocolate cake from celebrating with Grandma and Grandpa Reaker on Sunday. He is having a baseball cake for his party tomorrow, and a pinata.
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