Elder Son is 15 now. It's very sad and if you want to cry with me that's perfectly understandable.
He invited a few friends over for dinner and of course we had his requested birthday cake---which isn't a cake at all, but rather a pie, his favorite pie--Banana Split Pie.
Middle Child was happy to serve our pyro needs for the night.
More than happy, actually.
I don't really care if you're 15 or not, I'm the mama and I NEED a picture of you blowing out the candles. Yes, it's a need. Like air and water.
I have a 15 year old. The only bright side I can think of is he can now chaffeur me around, oh wait, maybe that's not a bright side afterall.
Somebody mail me some nerve pills. I know y'all have some, share with your friend. Or at least a glass of wine.
Happy Birthday, my sweet, tenderhearted, good looking firstborn son. I love you!
1 comment:
Can't believe that you have a 15 year old. He is one good looking 15 year old.....oh, and by the way...your posts lately are killing me.....I am on a very strict diet and my, oh, my......does that pie look good!
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