Paul celebrated his 25th birthday yesterday!
Lily for some reason has been super worried about the state of Daddy's health the past few weeks. She would get all sorts of weepy and sad when she would talk about how many more years his body had left. We've been trying to explain to her in a manner a 4 year old would understand that Daddy's not really that old. He's got many many MANY years left before she even has to start worrying about it.
I'm pretty sure we've been taking the wrong route. We were under the impression that she didn't want him to die because then she would miss him! Instead, we get this little nugget of wisdom...
"Mama Velvet (heavy sigh) I really don't want Daddy to get old (single tear)."
"Well Lily, Daddy's not gonna go away for a REALLY long time. He'll be able to play with you and love you for a really long time."
"Oh I know he loves me. I don't want him to get all old, and wrinkly, and grumpy."
So on the 3rd day of June, 2010, Paul started his trip into grumpyhood :)
He had an exceedling angsty car ride with his wife.
He was forced to play frisbee golf.
The gloating and posturing was no fun at all.
He couldn't even enjoy his friends victories.
Look at the crotchety old man.
He's so wrinkly he can't even see the good shots he's making!
Oh the grump.
Why's your face so grumpy?! You're only 1! You've got at least 24 more years before you reach fossil status.
Look! He was so grumpy, old and decrepit that he couldn't even enjoy his own pie. Oh the horror!
Good thing pool halls let old guys in. Too bad your friends won't even let you win on your extremely large numbered birthday though!
So here's to you sourpuss :) Hope your birthday was everything you wanted it to be... wrinkles and all!