How Did That Happen?

I am old. 

Or at least I feel that way. 

But let's not make this about me...because it isn't.

Lets talk about what is making me feel old.

Gavin turned 8 on Tuesday.

He couldn't be happier.

Me? I may have curled up in the fetal position and cried a little.

 Somewhere along the lines he went from no teeth,

to having lost some.

Not that having missing teeth changes the taste of cereal.

Fruity Pebbles...nasty to me...gold to an 8 year old.

In the form of abnormally colored artificially flavored fruit bits.

Gavin had to wait until dinner time to eat cake and open presents. 

I am sure it was torturous for him.

When the time came...he was ready.   

 I made an Apple Fritter Cake. I thought it was a good idea. 

Epic fail. No one liked it but Penny and I.

At least Gavin was gracious and said that even though he didn't like the cake it was still a good birthday anyways.

Not that bad considering, he has had some worse reactions to cakes in the past. 

The only thing he requested for his birthday was a certain Pokemon card.

We had to mess with him a little and put it in a bigger box.

Wrapped in another big box.

With a side of Skittles.

Until he unwrapped it.

Bliss.

Which happens to be the same feeling I get every time I look at him.