Once upon a time a boy was born. He was not a particularly pleasant little fellow, it would appear.
As time went on he got perkier. And cuter. Look! He's almost smiling.

Aw, come on. You know you went through a rough phase too. Those are some mighty big spectacles though. I enjoy the feathered hair. Do you think there is a large Goody comb in his back pocket?

Mmmhmmm. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. I don't even like football.
He's a world traveller. From Scandinavia to Africa, Mexico to Canada. Personal chef in residence. Handy-man in training. Gardener/landscaper (snort!), story-teller, whimper-soother, and soon to be proficient swimmer (just ask him!).

But best of all a devoted father, adored by three rugrats, and me too.

Happy Birthday, Love!
As time went on he got perkier. And cuter. Look! He's almost smiling.
Aw, come on. You know you went through a rough phase too. Those are some mighty big spectacles though. I enjoy the feathered hair. Do you think there is a large Goody comb in his back pocket?

Mmmhmmm. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. I don't even like football.
He's a world traveller. From Scandinavia to Africa, Mexico to Canada. Personal chef in residence. Handy-man in training. Gardener/landscaper (snort!), story-teller, whimper-soother, and soon to be proficient swimmer (just ask him!).
But best of all a devoted father, adored by three rugrats, and me too.

Happy Birthday, Love!

And your children might be slightly horrified, yet fascinated by your wonky eye.
