Happy birthday to one of the most wildly entertaining people I've ever met. He is now seven years old, but seems much older. A couple of weeks ago he and I stayed home from church because both he and Peter were not feeling well. We had a little photo shoot.
And being the Renaissance Man that he is, he also sings. This was a couple of months ago.
Here's a story. Faith purchased these squirt guns with her own money for Cannon for his birthday. I know it's not really polite to say how much a gift cost, but these were about eight guns for less than three dollars. But this is the reaction he gave.
Next he opened this gift from Abe and I. And I quote, "Oh, a Zombie Strike gun...well, hooray."
I thought it would be a bigger hit than it was. At one point I think I heard him say it was lame. I questioned him and he said, "No, Mom, it's (air quotes) "Lame". That means it's not lame.
It's what he wanted. I think my children just ask for a remote control something when they don't know what to ask for. Perhaps I should direct their attentions elsewhere.
One of the absolute worst renditions of "Happy Birthday" ever. Truthfully, I don't think we even finished the song. The song just died a slow, horrible, moaning death.
It was so bad, that I demanded a do-over, in nice voices. That turned somewhat operatic. However, it was an improvement.
Elinor spent a long time today making him a camoflauge cake. It was quite the work of art.