Well, Scott and I forgot Atticus' birthday. I am not sure what that means about our future parenting, but the black ball of fur does have someone who remembered-his veterinarian. Isn't that sweet.
Yes, that is mail that reads "in care of" me, to Atticus, sent First Class. And it was a full on card, not even an appointment reminder. Happy birthday you, my lovable little bugger.
ah...how sweet. And don't worry, you won't forget the birthday of someone that comes out of your womb :)
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