Yes, we are talking birthdays. Eighteen seemed a good age when I turned it, but when my older son turned 18, it made me feel old. Now his son is 18 – TODAY. He wants a turkey
*some time passage*
and it is now in the roaster. He likes dark meat so we have some turkey legs to add. Some years the added legs were so big the Christmas leg eaters looked liked underage Henry VIII’s.
How about this. I forgot to come back after “some more time passage” and post this on Cameron’s birthday.
Well Happy birthday Cameron! 18… wow, that was an age I’d not want to revisit. I made a lot of bad choices that year… but hey, no need to share that with him. 🙂