Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Legend Established

One of Tucker's birthday cards had a bright red and yellow Super Hero on the front.

He opened it, held it proudly like one experienced in public speaking, and (pretended to) read aloud:

"This card says,
'Happy Birthday, Tucker.
Here is a Super Hero to carry your cake.
Don't let your mommy carry it, because she will only drop it.
All Mommy ever does is drop cakes.
Be sure your Super Hero carries the cake,
and not Mommy.
Happy Birthday, Super Tuck.'"
Perhaps sarcasm is the gift that arrives with age five, because I'm pretty sure that's the first time my son threw an intentional softball of sarcasm right at me.
(I laughed and laughed. Hooray for sense of humor, T. It's a family value.)

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