This morning, I was having a cup of coffee and reading the paper. A thunk and the pitter patter of little feet let me know Conor was up.
"Is that a little snickerdoodle!?" I asked my adorable child as he walked in the kitchen rubbing his eyes.
He screwed up his face and scowled at me, "DADDY!"
Then he angrily marched into the bathroom where Dave was taking a shower and sat with him until Dave finished, got dressed and came back to the kitchen.
Happy Birthday to me, indeed!