My baby boy is 7 years old today. All year long he has been telling us he wants IHOP for dinner on his birthday.
I told him he looks tired. He said, "It's just been a rough day."
Me: "Rough, like as in sad? Have you been crying?"
Gabe: "No, you know like, tears of joy."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Gabe: "You know. It's just been rough."
Me: (thinking to myself..."How rough a day can a 1st grader have?")
Gabe: "I just had a lot of homework at school and it's my birthday, you know?"
Earlier today he said, "I don't feel 7 yet. Maybe tomorrow when I've been 7 for longer."
Gabe and Chuck used to have Muddy Buddy days on Friday. Chuck took Fridays off and they would spend the day together doing yard work and whatnot. Sometimes they would go for pancakes to IHOP-POP (That's what Gabe used to call it.).
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