Today was my birthday. I am 25 – a quarter of a century.

After picking Remy up on our way home from a wonderful birthday supper, we stopped at the grocery store. While Remy was getting strapped back in his car seat he said “Happy Birthday” to me, but he said “Happy Dirthbay” instead. Nic asked Remy if he said “Happy Birthday” or “Happy Dirthbay” and Remy promptly said “Happy Dirthbay!!”. Nic laughed and shut the door and as he was walking around the car I heard Remy from the back seat say, somewhat sarcastically, “close enough”.

Love that kid.