Say It Ain't So!

This stinky, stinky boy. I can't even. What is wrong with him!?  I just can't even.

Do you know what he had the audacity to do? Do you?

He turned eighteen years old. I just...I just...

How did this even happen? I remember reading "Where the Wild Things Are" to a blonde little toddler curled up in my lap. When he laid down to nap I had to hand him the book we had just read, so he could keep studying the pictures. It's so hard to understand that he is now a legal adult.

I am happy, proud, impressed, and very sad. It's very confusing. For all of us, I bet.

His very first, and quite likely his last foray into gambling. He didn't even win a nickel. Gambling doesn't pay, children.

He was happy to just have friends around him and a few gifts.

And another eggnog cheesecake. Which, despite the weird dry appearance of the picture, was quite good. The chocolate peppermint cheesecake was better in my opinion, largely due to the absence of eggnog. I don't understand how Michael and Ethan (and Sam!) love eggnog so much. Nasty, slimy stuff.