Seven is an interesting age - it's kind of the end of the little kid years and the beginning of something...else. There's more independence and closed doors and requests for privacy (and a sudden ban on adorable Facebook postings). Sarcasm rears its ugly head and at times I wonder where my sweet little boy has gone. But then he'll ask me to play a game. Or tell me a joke. Or stage an impromptu dance party. And sometimes, if I'm very, very lucky, Owen will ask me to cuddle with him. Happy eighth birthday, little man, I love you so, so much.
- When Minecraft gives you lemons... combine them with warm milk to make cheese.
- Goodbyes are hard.
- "I'm going to go live in the sewers!"
- As long as there's a tether, it's perfectly safe.
- It's ok to be the world's punching bag as long as you have on your cup.
- Sky above me. Earth below me. Fire within me.
- Don't worry, you can just pretend to drink the wine.
- Winx is not a cartoon about fairies. It's a cartoon about fairies AND specialist.
- Teddy Roosevelt once said, "Speak softly, and carry a big stick." Even better if you have an entire arsenal at your disposal.
- And in the immortal words of Coco Chanel, "If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing."
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