Today, I watched my eldest son take off to school (accompanied by daddy, of course) on his brand-new birthday-present scooter. As this newly-minted 3-year-old whizzed away, struggling a little to find his balance and master turning, I thought, “my little boy is growing up.” How bittersweet.
I’m sure the copious amounts of cupcake frosting we’ll be consuming will dull the bitterness. Happy birthday, Callum!