The little alarm on my iphone just beeped.
It’s Wyatt’s birthday, remember?
Of course I remember, iPhone. I don’t need an alarm to tell me that.
(yes I do.)
Today Wyatt is five.
He loves Kung Fu Panda, the Three Stooges, and Adam West is his favorite Batman of all the Batmans. (even five year olds think you sucked, Clooney.)
His favorite word is creepy.
I love you Wyatt Adam.
He loves roller coasters and sushi and eating the crust first.
He hates whispering and olives and the sound nail clippers make.
If any of my children were going to get a girl pregnant in high school… it would probably be him.
My Wy. I positively adore him and can’t believe I have been allowed to have him to myself for five whole years.