The Boy turned 11 yesterday. I can not even believe it. Eleven.
We took The Boy and a herd of his friends bowling last night. Ordered some pizzas, served up some mustachioed cupcakes. It was a pretty easy party.
After the party a couple of The Boy's friends stayed the night. And while they played video games upstairs, The Husband and I had a well deserved drink. Or two.
And then tonight The Boy declared it his best birthday ever. I'm pretty sure we hear that every year. But I'll take it.