Son#1 is moving into double digits tomorrow.
We are not allowed to mention it at all - instead, his lordship has decreed that he is to be surprised.
I've been clearly instructed not to ask 'And whose birthday is tomorrow?'.
It's raining in Bretagne today.
The husband and Son#2 have discovered the Wii.
Son#1 is on a Minecraft-Youtube binge.
Son#3 has pasted a million fake tattoos all over his body, tattoos that came with candy we bought yesterday.
He told us that he's a 'real man' now.
Sigh.
I'm just stuffed from cheese and whatnot.
My clothes are tighter again.
Oi.
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