A Festivas for the Rest of Us...

A Fable (by Lynne Anderson, retold by Me)

At midnight on November 13th a little four year old boy crept out of bed, tip-toed down the stairs, opened the front door of our house and ran down the dimly lit street never to be seen here again. We would miss that little four year old boy..... At about the same time, coming in the opposite direction down the street, ran a little five year old boy. He opened our front door, tip-toed up the stairs, and crawled into bed.... When we went in to wake our little boy up he was a little different...we couldn't tell what the difference was but it was there.

The End
(sniff, sniff)

Dad ALWAYS told this story to us as we grew up and I always thought it was so funny, until I had my own kids! Now it reminds me of how quickly a year can pass and what little time we really have with these little souls. So as I thought of my little four year old running away forever I get a little teary...thus the "sniff, sniff".

So HAPPY BIRTHDAY Carson! Carson turned 5 yesterday and is very pleased with himself. He informed me he is much older because now he has to hold up ALL the fingers on his hand. He was also ready to throw away many of his old toys, "because they are for four-year-olds!".