Yesterday, on your 4th birthday, you were standing in a sunbeam in your underwear, and you said, "Look, I'm growing hair on my legs like Dad." I told you that's what happens when you turn four. I told you it must have happened overnight. You were so proud, you ran over to show Dad right away.
This fall you will start junior kindergarten. You are now sleeping on the top bunk. You close the door of the bathroom behind you for "private-see." You talk about being a husband and father. When you grow up, you want to play with your kids. Today at dinner you announced that if you have too many kids, you'll just put some of them to bed while you go to work. We said that was a great idea.
Happy Birthday, Bright Eugene. We love you so much!
Mom and Dad