The Middle Child Turns 8
So who'd have thought that Charlie Sheen would be lucky enough to share a birthday with my son?
The Middle Child is 8 today... he shares the day with one of his best friends; the aforementioned actor; and a gangster (Whitey Bulger).
With some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth, you'd think he's 28 (the age I was when he was born), not 8. I'm not talking about stuff of the 4-letter variety. That comes occasionally, but it's more the provenance of the soon-to-be teenager.
We do something special for each of the kids on their birthdays. Dinner, a favorite movie, a sleepover, or all of the above. Last night, we took the Middle Child and his Buddy with the Same Birthday to the Outback... Table for 9. Great waiter.
Breakfast today was easy. Middle Child's favorite foods in the world are ice cream (dessert last night) and donuts. Walking in with two dozen this morning, I was a conquering hero.
The Middle Child is an unmitigated joy. Unlike the guy who coined the phrase, the Middle Child is a Uniter, not a Divider. He combines a slapstick sense of humor with perfect timing and the brain of Einstein. He also loves History and mooning people.
I haven't been mooned yet, but it's not even noon.
All three kids are upstairs playing together, and not fighting. We're inside dodging Ernesto remnants, and all is right with the world.
Happy Birthday, Buddy. I love you.
Dad
The Middle Child is 8 today... he shares the day with one of his best friends; the aforementioned actor; and a gangster (Whitey Bulger).
With some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth, you'd think he's 28 (the age I was when he was born), not 8. I'm not talking about stuff of the 4-letter variety. That comes occasionally, but it's more the provenance of the soon-to-be teenager.
We do something special for each of the kids on their birthdays. Dinner, a favorite movie, a sleepover, or all of the above. Last night, we took the Middle Child and his Buddy with the Same Birthday to the Outback... Table for 9. Great waiter.
Breakfast today was easy. Middle Child's favorite foods in the world are ice cream (dessert last night) and donuts. Walking in with two dozen this morning, I was a conquering hero.
The Middle Child is an unmitigated joy. Unlike the guy who coined the phrase, the Middle Child is a Uniter, not a Divider. He combines a slapstick sense of humor with perfect timing and the brain of Einstein. He also loves History and mooning people.
I haven't been mooned yet, but it's not even noon.
All three kids are upstairs playing together, and not fighting. We're inside dodging Ernesto remnants, and all is right with the world.
Happy Birthday, Buddy. I love you.
Dad
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posted by Adam Hurtubise at 10:49 AM
2 Comments:
Happy birthday, Middle Child, from another Middle Child. It's a cool thing to be. Hope you had a terrific day.
He really is a cool kid - and cute to boot!
Happy B-day from all of us.
Linda, Dean and girls
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