Wesley woke up as an 8 year old today!
Since I’m posting this months later, I don’t remember many details, but he got compliment cards from everyone in his class
before we invited his class to walk home and enjoy cake and ice cream.
Funny, now I have a recollection of vowing not to invite that many boys inside my house again after that afternoon. Bad luck, kid, having a winter birthday.
The one thing Wesley really wanted was a drumset, so he got both an electronic one (that he could plug in headphones for my own sanity) and a small bongo drum that has so far been indestructible.
[Funny story, when Wesley packed his suitcase for a two-night stay at Great Wolf Lodge with another 8 year old friend, I found those bongos right in the middle of all his clothes and toys. He sadly listened while I tried to explain why it’s not a good idea to bring drums to hotel rooms.]
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