Other things happened too, of course, but the big event was the celebration of six years of life for the youngest Crisler.
This is the same restaurant we went to for Adelaide's fifth birthday, where a much younger Caedmon went from "friends" to "it's complicated" with a waitress there. Thankfully he no longer does such things, or he wouldn't have had a very happy birthday at all.
Six doesn't seem that much older than five to me, possibly because our Caedmon still seems to believe "superhero" is a viable occupation for his future adult self, and has been a sweet curmudgeon for years, anyway.
|Trying and failing to scowl. That goes for both of us.|
For now, he's content to create chalk renderings of his beloved heroes on the sidewalk. Please note that our six year old now has more artistic ability than I do.
Happy, Happy Birthday, Caedmon!