Now That I'm Six and Chris is Thirty-five

 

...Now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

                                                             --A. A. Milne

I loved my birthday cake by Grandma Ann!

Yes, I can blow out six candles!

And I love my soft Pooh pillowcase my cousin Jesse made for me. 

It's magic.

Sometimes it turns into a turban.

I'm magic too.

Sometimes I turn into a Pajama Bag and Underwear Ogre.

But only when I'm supposed to be sleeping.

And Chris had a birthday too.  I told him I thought he'd probably be thirty-five by now.

But he thinks he's nine.

He wanted a soccer ball cake.

Here are the spots.

And here are the lines in between.

Randall says they don't belong there.

But Chris said, "Who cares?"

It turned out perfect.

And I sang happy birthday to Chris...

and Mom...and Dad...and Randall...and Danny...and me...again.

Aren't birthdays great?