Gifts...

Three seems to officially be the age when you know how the birthday gift thing works. He was dying to open his birthday present from the moment he got up this morning, and was bursting by the time supper was done tonight. He loves the triceratops that Otis gave him. For two weeks Arlo has insisted that he would be getting a green ukulele for his birthday, which is why it was funny how surprised he was to actually get one. Overall he was a pretty pleased boy when he tucked off to bed tonight. Tired, having been up since 3:30am, but also quite pleased. From the start, to the nod, today had everything he could hope for. Every friend he wanted either came to the party, or stopped by to play at the house, he received some reall nice gifts, and he got o order pizza for dinner. Oh if every day...