At any given time, you are bossing somebody around. Especially your big sister.
You have a steely determined look that says, “Do you feel lucky, Punk?”
Your laugh is the best music in the world. Thankfully, it’s a song that plays a lot.
You make me laugh and that’s probably saved your life a few times. (just kidding) (kinda)
You insist that Bunny is excluded from pictures because “he’s old.”
You have the facial expressions and gestures of an adult. It’s kind of weird, but oh so hilarious.
The fact that I have to be a tyrant to brush your hair is ridiculous.
I have no doubt you have big things in store for you, kiddo. Inside that brilliant little mind is the cure for cancer, the solution to Middle East strife, and maybe even the proper way to tie a knot.
You eat all. the. time.
Your spontaneous bursts of affection are absolutely the best part of any day with you.
I cannot believe it’s already been four years. You can’t really be princess crybaby any more. You aren’t a baby. So…henceforth, you will be known as Doc. Because they are bossy. In a good way. And so are you.
Happy birthday, Doc. Daddy and I love you to the moon and back.