Happy birthday my son. If your sister was any indication, the next 365 days, give or take, are gonna be a challenge, but I have abundant faith in your wits, resourcefulness, and unbounded cuteness, you’ll certainly survive and thrive.

I would consider it a courtesy, however, if you would kindly defile, mutilate, soak, burn, use Sharpies on, and otherwise wreck the items and furnishings that your mother and I are looking for reasons to dispose of before moving on to the irreplaceable items.

Once you reach that point, though, don’t bother differentiating between things too expensive to replace and those of merely sentimental value. And remember, once you cross a certain line, there’s no difference between fubar’ing something a little or a lot, so go big, learn what you can from the trajectories and remains, and enjoy the moment.

This is gonna be a great year! Woo!

Tags: the kids

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