Friday, April 22, 2005
The night before my Birthday I was reading books to YW before bedtime. There was time for one more book so I plucked The Story of Ferdinand off his shelf. I told him that it was one my favorite books when I was his age. We read the story and admired the pictures and then he went to sleep on his glorious bunk bed.
In the morning I was in the kitchen getting ready for work when he got out of bed. As far as I can tell, he remembered that it was my birthday and that he hadn't gotten me a book, because when he came out to the kitchen he looked like he was about to cry when he said "Happy Birthday Dad." I said, "Thank you YW" and he whipped out from behind his back the Ferdinand book and said, "This is for you." It was one of the sweetest things he's ever done.
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