Sebastian is my six-year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
Sebastian’s birthday is this week (we are in the throes of his birthday sleepover as I write this) and my birthday was a couple of weeks ago. As such, I thought I would dedicate this post to birthdays in general and to that first birthday card that you wrote all by yourself. A special “shout-out” to all those summer birthdays out there–to those who never knew what it was like to “celebrate” your birthday in school, where it seemed like everybody was king or queen for a day. Except you.