On December 7 Michael turned 28. My little brother who used to wonder why our dog didn't talk like Scooby Doo did and who once thought he would one day be older than me, turned 28. The sweet little boy that needed his sister to wait for him to finish his lunch at school so that I could walk him out to recess is now 28 years old.
He doesn't need me to wait for him to finish a meal any more, most of the time he doesn't even like to hang out with me. I'm now the one trying to convince him that he is in fact actually older than my 26 years and I'm pretty sure he's come to the conclusion that Scooby Doo isn't actually a real dog....but he can still be pretty sweet sometimes!
To celebrate the fact that Michael can now decipher between cartoons and reality, and his birthday, we had a nice family dinner at the Trumpeter in Mount Vernon.
Nakiah finally realized that a night out with adults isn't as much fun as being at home with all her toys and the freedom to use her outside voice while indoors.
Happy Birthday Boog!!! We love you TONS!
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