Anecdotal Birthday Boy Follow-up
On the birthday call last night, Robbie interrupted to share this brief, charming, and humorously typical story of our family…
“Kate, wait, before you go, can I just tell you a quick story…” And so it went. My mom had phoned my dad earlier in the day to ask him if he’d picked up the ice cream cake for Robbie’s birthday.
Dad - ”Yeah, I did yesterday.”
Mom: “Where is it?”
Dad: “It’s in the trunk.”
Mom: “….”
Mom: “It’s 40 degrees outside…”
Dad: “Hmm, let me check on that… [pause] Well, it’s still there, just a little more spread out than before…”
Well, that’s funny. But the funnier part was that they didn’t toss the melted cake. They didn’t go pick up another cake.
They stuck candles in it and acted like it never happened. Nothing says I love you like some melted Carvel. Sickos. (Still love you though!)
This little man is taking the road test for his license today. I had mixed feelings about it for a while, but then I remembered that I live about a 6 hour drive away so I’m safe.
Good luck, Bubba! Go get ‘em!
A weekend highlight: Catching my little brother on the basketball court.* I haven’t seen him play in what has to amount to nearly five years. You better believe I was the loudest cheerleader in that gymnasium.
*Full disclosure: His team got whooped at the game I saw, but I thought this picture more accurately captured Mr. #2’s impressive skills.
The day has come. The end of the world. My little 5’11” tall and growing-by-the-minute brother (recently surpassing my 15 year height lead), has turned SIXTEEN. I thought I saw the “Big Crunch” coming when he reached his teens, but no, it’s really here. This is the year he’ll get behind the wheel of a car. Become an upperclassman. Start visiting colleges… Hang on, I need a second…
I don’t know how this happened, but Robbie, you’re now taller than me, cooler, than me, smarter than me, funnier than me, and will be able to drive (more often than me).
Happy 16th birthday, Bubba!
I love you so so so much, but you can stop growing up now.
