Happy 5th birthday to my son I call “Stewie” here in Urbandaddyville.
We were so happy when you turned 4 because you were as big as a 4-year-old and no one believed that you were 3. Now that you are 5 you look like you are 6. You and your 6-year-old brother share the same the same size shirts and pants, and you’re 4cm shorter than him.
You wanted a bag of marbles for your birthday and you got it.
You wanted a magician for your birthday (but not Tricky Ricky) and you wanted cupcake decorating at our home but just yesterday you asked us if you could have your party at Active Kids Zone. Your party is Tuesday. There are 24 kids coming. It’s too late to make these changes, and we’re not using AKZ since they refused to refund our money for a camp that your brother was sick for.
You went this afternoon to write your journal.
The worse your brother behaves, the better you do.
You have developed a bond with your baby sister because you can boss her around and she loves it.
You told us school was boring – after 2 days – because all they made you do was colour.
You have not slept through the night or in your own bed for the last 5 months.
We love you. Happy Birthday.