He's Eight.
My handsome, blue eyed, freckled nose, kool aid stained, blonde hair, ketchup eater, lego loving little boy is eight today. And, I just don't know where the time has gone? How can he actually be eight years old and going into the second grade?
He wants a sling shot for his birthday - but that just is not going to happen. Can you actually see that with his sister being in the way? So he gets to go out shopping with his Daddy today, and I am anxious to see what he comes home with.
Happy Birthday Coy Boy! I love you. 
A sling shot? And...is daddy brings him home with a bow and arrows. Hmmmm, I don't see the difference...
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