I'm not old enough to have a 10 year old...

but I do.

He's ten. Today.

I'm in denial.

I claim him, just not his age.

Problem is he's really mature for his age too, so he seems older than ten which just makes me feel even older.

He's awesome, helpful, smart, kind, pleasant, easy-to-please, and smart. (did I already say that?)

Oh, and he's cute and snuggly too. I know, I totally lucked out.

Plus, he asked for yummy food for his birthday dinner...

brisket in claude's sauce

shrimp

pasta salad

hashbrowns

steamed cauliflower and broccoli

cream soda

lemonade cake (ice cream cake)