Monday, August 11, 2008

'appy bert-day. . .

to our little Luke. The big three today. . .

And he's ready to start the day. He must have heard me with my bowl of cereal this morning. . . because as I started to eat my breakfast I heard his little thuds at the top of the stairs. . .

Cereals. Cereals. . .

And his smiling face at the bottom of the steps. Happy birthday to you, Luke. I sang.

No. No bertday. I like cereals.

Time for breakfast, I suppose.

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