Sunday was Calvin's fifth birthday! Maybe I will write more on that later. We celebrated at the beach on Friday night, but I called him Sunday to wish him a "Happy Birthday." He was in the car with my mom, just returning from church where half of my relatives probably wished him the same.
"Happy Birthday, Calvin!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what everybody says to me."
End of conversation.
He's five now. He has more important things to do.
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Huh... I hear a long-lost aunt called him internationally that evening, and after half-interestedly listening to her one-sentence answer to his question of "What are you doing right now?" he replied, "Oh, that's nice. Would you like to talk to Hobbes now?" At least it doesn't rack up much of a phone bill!
Life is SO boring once you're five. When does he start the eye roll?
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