Evan’s 11

Happy birthday to my favorite male child.

You see those “I march to different accordion” type bumper stickers. You’ve always had your own accordion. Or tuba, or something that only you can hear. And often that means you aren’t easy to parent and even harder to teach, but you are teaching me the virtues of patience. You may construe that as a backhanded compliment. So here are some direct ones. You are caring. You are funny. You never carry a grudge. You laugh easily at the world and yourself. You try to come across as a thick skinned stoic, but you are a lover. You’re a nerd. You’re a turd. You think my jokes are funny.

What did one ass tell another? I love you to Uranus and back.

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