Well, the guy is six. That's obviously a lot of years, especially to him.
But on the way back from the pool, we happened to drive by the hospital he was born at. I looked at that and thought, oh, yeah, I remember when we were there. And yet things like Obama being president, which was actually more recent than the guy's birth, that seems extremely distant.
We couldn't do a party, so we just loaded up on favorite activities, like swimming, and getting a donut and pizza, and listening to a playlist that is
all versions of Yakety Sax. Then, after lunch, we just went for an August Christmas experience. We had cupcakes, then he got a bunch of presents that he played with all afternoon, then had a beef sogeum gui dinner.
It worked!