Buddy Boy is six and a half today. He is precocious and insightful and curious and loving and generous and wild. He plays strange games... like the one I'm overhearing right now: he's checking Sweetpea's credit score before giving her a sticker. He writes me like a bazillion love notes every day. He loves adult food, but doesn't care for kid food very much. He loves antique books, like his Pappy's old McGuffy Reader and Gentle Ben. He gives open mouth kisses, not on purpose, they're just really wet. I love this silly boy so much, I cannot imagine our family without him. We love you Goof.