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On a good day, JP can count to 13. Sometimes, he even gets to 19. But he's never came near the mid-twenties, and the thirties are beyond his comprehension. This became quite apparent over the weekend, as A celebrated his birthday. I tried to teach him over and over again just how old daddy was turning ... yet whenever asked, JP would shout: "Daddy is fawty six!" I can hardly wait for my birthday!

Per A's hints, we bought an ice cream cake for his low key celebration.(Of course, to a child, there is no such thing as a low key birthday celebration! With presents, and cake, and candles ... )

Happy Birthday Daddy!