One score and four years ago, a quiet little baby boy was born.
He wasn’t quiet by choice, mind you.
I mean after all, he had ME to compete with.
Sorry about the undies. I’m pretty sure I didn’t know any better.
I’ve learned since then.
Anyway back to the birthday boy.
As the years passed he acquired many life skills vital to being a success in today’s dog eat dog world:
In the nude.
Western saddle of course.
Showing off your abs whenever possible.
He was doing this way before the Situation ever did.
That should be my first and last Jersey Shore reference.
He knew never to trust a stranger. Even if they are dressed like a Disney Character.
He could also build a mean snowman.
This should be the cover of a tragic children’s novella.
Tears in the Snow
That’s ok, we all know who the true favorite is around here.
Happy birthday, little bro.
You have grown to be a truly wonderful individual and I’m excited to see what the future holds for you.
Love you lots.
The Favorite Child