I keep telling this kid that he’s not allowed to grow up. And while it took me forever to post this entry, it doesn’t mean that his birthday didn’t happen:( He’s a five-year old boy who wishes school was 8 days a week, wonders what God looks like and thinks girls are weird. He orders caesar salad at every restaurant, thinks convertibles are just cars wearing hoodies and makes up phrases like ‘criminal festival’ and ‘chicken butt’. So even though I can only get away with kissing him once he’s sleeping, he’s still my little baby who’s not allowed to have anymore birthdays.
What’s the hardest thing about being a kid? That you can’t do anything.
How old are you when you are a grown up? 13 then 15, 16 and 17.
What are you going to be when you grow up? A power ranger because they save people.
Who will you be voting to be president? Mr. Popper.
Would you want to be the president? Yeh, so I can boss people around.
If the Queen came to lunch what would you serve her? Pea soup.
Do you think you will ever get married? No, because at the party I got the coin so I’m going to be rich.
Where are you going to live when you grow up? At my same house.
WHAT?! You going to live with us? I thought that when I grew up you were going to be dead. I see.
Where would you like to travel to? Hawaii because I’ve never been there.
Who would you take with you? When I’m older I would go by myself.
What makes us click 