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"That shirt just yells Four"


Ian wanted a shirt that announced he was four. He requested (demanded) a rice crispy treat for breakfast. He got a four-year-old haircut from a salon yesterday.

I reject doing a top ten list of things I like about Ian, because it is tough to find faults with your kids and if I did, it would reflect more on our parenting than anything else I suspect...

So, this is my top ten list of Ian traits in the year 2016 (he'll be 14 for all you math-challenged folks...)
  1. Mel and I will be on a first name basis with his principal.
  2. He will be the class clown.
  3. He'll be playing soccer, baseball and indoor soccer.
  4. The darn phone will not stop ringing with Ian calls...
  5. He won't miss his sister away at London School of Economics...yeah he will.
  6. He'll no longer give me kisses or special hugs.
  7. ok, I'll end here, this is just too darn depressing...
Here's to a year filled with little or no waiting at the Emergency Room...

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