Happy Birthday No Poo

So today is my birthday. Hold the applause please. Seriously. I mean, it beats the alternative but at this point you come to the realization that if "this" is the hill, you're just about over it. But I knew it was going to be a good day today. First of all my oatmeal didn't explode. Now that you can applaud. And....drumroll please....there's been no poo on my foot. Unlike last year if you remember. So far so good. But the day's not over so I'd probably better not get too excited.

The other day William asked me if I was really, really old. I told him no. I was only really old. There's a big difference.

Then he asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told him a chocolate cake. He said, "No....I mean a real present that you can open." Thinking his Daddy sent him fishing for ideas I decided to shoot for the moon and told him I'd like a new camera. Can you say Canon Rebel, William? Or Nikon D-triple digit? He quickly replied, "Daddy says your camera is just right."

Poo.