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The Big One-One


It doesn't seem possible that Brainy Boy has turned 11 today. He's turning out to be quite a kid. I overheard him talking to several family members who called to wish him a Happy Birthday and he told all of them, "Only 7 more years until I can vote!"

We are going to his beloved Red Lobster for dinner and then to Toys R Us and Barnes & Noble where he can spend the bulk of his birthday money. He opted for mostly cash rather than gifts because he wanted to see what a "spending spree" was like. He's been dreaming of several hardcover mega-sized Dilbert and Far Side comic books so I'm sure we'll be needing another bookshelf by the end of the night.
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Anonymous said…
Wow, he is quite a guy and Happy Birthday Brainy Boy! I'll have to admit that when I was 11 years of age, voting was the farthest thing from my mind.

Enjoy your birthday dinner and spending spree, that should be lots of FUN!

~Debbie S
5/02/2007 5:24 PM
Michelle Constantinescu said…
He's already looking forward to voting??? Good for him! You must be raising him right!
5/02/2007 6:45 PM
Melanie said…
How funny that he is counting the years until voting rather than driving!
btw- that's a lot of candy he is holding!
5/02/2007 7:48 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Happy Birthday to him - if he were here we could have a joint cousins party for him and Michael!

I hope he has a lot of fun shopping, I like those books too, funny stuff.
5/03/2007 7:38 AM
Kimberly said…
What a great story..a political kid after my heart!
5/04/2007 2:13 PM
Anonymous said…
Camron told me about Eric's money for his birthday and how he wants the same thing....thanks ERIC!!! LOL!

~Sue
5/06/2007 7:04 PM
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