The proud six year old celebrated his birthday Monday. He came into my bedroom fiendishly giggling and told us that he had pulled one over on his sister (#3).
"I played a joke on her," he boasted.
"You did?" I asked trying to keep from killing my sweet boy with my morning breath as he was right.in.my.face.
"Yeah, I tricked her into telling me 'Happy Birthday.' I asked her, 'What do you say to a boy on the day he goes from 5 to 6?' "