Nephew No. 1 turned six years old this week. Or last week, actually (he was born on 02/02/02). Some commemorations were made this afternoon at the historic Perfect Swing. Oh, the memories in that place. Seems only yesterday I too was wolfing cake and running a-muck in those lofty entertainment corridors. But today there was much rejoicing. A lot of general merry making and simple sugars ingested. The norm. But a good time, for sure.
(Sometimes I wonder [when in public] if people think Carson or Joshy are actually my chillens. Not that it's overly confusing really. Though my bro and I look a good bit alike. But that would be kind of a curious snafu. Fortunately, the Fatman was standing nearby by in his crisp business professionals and iPhone clip-on, thus blunting any possibility of a mix-up.)
But on to the shots.
Made a wish. Sis-in-law, Laura, made the cake. Nice work. Tasty too. Then she cut it into pieces using dental floss. I thought that was pretty cool. Strangely, it made me think of the movies where they always strangle people with dental-floss like wires. I guess floss has lots of uses. But back to the youth birthday party...
Classmates: Carson y Anna.
Nephew No. 2 didn't seem to notice that today was all about his older brother. He just indulged himself in various ball-based games.