
It's official: we have a seven-year-old. David spent the day hunting rock chucks with his daddy (I think they found a few rocks to shoot at, anyway) and watching movies with his brothers. He got money, toys, and dum-da-da-DUM! a new bike. (Funny how David seems to always get the new bikes while his brothers content themselves with hand-me-downs.) Then, for bedtime, he conned me out of a book (Cat in the Hat), a story (Jaberwocky) and a song (Wheels on the Bus). Good thing birthdays only come once a year!