Rio is eight years old today. I know this because yesterday he reminded me at least 50 times.
"Mom, tomorrow's my BIRTHDAY, not my Birthday Party, but my actual BIRTHDAY," he spoke slow so I would understand.
"Yes I know," I answered. "I was there when you were born," I reminded him.
Throughout the day he also wanted to know the date, or the time, or the day of the week. He repeatedly checked the calender on the fridge for proof that I hadn't somehow passed the 26th of July and not told him. All sneaky tactics he's learned from his sister to remind me in a round about way that an important event is approaching.
All of this birthday anticipation leads to one very important birthday tradition in our house.
BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR BREAKFAST! Is there really anything sweeter?