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.
1 comment:
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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