Our oldest recently turned eight-years old! This is the age I’ve been dreading, as eight-year olds just seem to be to mouthy and full of attitude. But, there are some benefits of turning eight, like:
Your brother requesting you get a special pancake breakfast for your birthday:
You get to show off how much you’ve grown in the eight years since your parents brought you home from the hospital in this adorable outfit. *sniff*
You get to officially ride in the car with no booster seat!
You get presents, even if it’s not the really expensive set you really, really wanted.
Happy birthday, Steven!