Tremendous Blondette

My friend Tammi has a son. He’s funny, cool, cute, and today he turns 13. To protect his identity (aka so you people won’t stalk him) I shall refer to Tammi’s son, the Birthday Boy, as “The Boy.”

The Boy is a special kid*, and not in the sense that he hitches a ride on the shortbus. Sure, he does normal boy things like not picking up after himself (wait..I don’t always pick up after myself either), running around for no reason, playing video games, watching sports, farting (and laughing about it), belching (and laughing about it), and other things that generally involve dirt or electronics.

But, he also spends quality time with his grandparents, and enjoys their company. He loves his aunt, he hugs his mom (Boy someday that will win you points as long as you don’t carry it too far), he mocks my jokes and calls me weird–but sometimes laughs too!

He listens when I teach him my “Life Lessons.” Hey, I’m not going to be responsible for letting him pick up bad information from movies. He mows the lawn, lets the dog out (yep, that answers that question), and he says please and thank you.

For his 12th birthday, I told the boy I was going to give him socks–and I did. I also happened to put some money in the socks, thus giving a gift that was both practical and fun. I am not sure what to give the Boy this year. I mean, how do you top socks?

I can’t wait to see the great things he will do as he gets older. He has one of the best advantages out there: a great family. You cannot spend time with any member of The Boy’s family and not realize how much love they have for The Boy and each other.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOY!

*Boy if you read this or your mom reads it aloud to you, just know that calling you a “kid” is in no way intended as an insult. To me, your elder, you will always be a kid. When I’m old and senile I may ask you for some Gouda. Just laugh and remember that I think you’re a kid.