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six, six, in the mix

My sweet boy is six. We really are a bit birthdayed out around here, so the festivities were somewhat subdued. Still, we managed to celebrate. Of course we did.

E. loves video games, building with legos, puzzles/mazes of every sort, reading, soccer, drawing, swimming, magnets, telling stories, camp outs, and wrestling with Daddy. He is currently obsessed with Little Big Planet (and I mean obsessed). He is sweet, funny, obnoxious in that 6-year-old boy way, polite, awkward, honest, worried, fun loving, creative, and friendly. Here are the vital statistics as recorded on the poster for Kindergarten:


I am 6 years old.
My favorite color is light blue.
My favorite animal is snake. (Not true, but he insisted for the poster.)
My favorite food is mac and cheese. (Toss up with chicken nuggets.)
My favorite place is Disney.
When I grow up I want to be a medicine scientist. (This varies, but medicine scientist is fairly consistent. "Why do you want to be a medicine scientist?" "It sounds interesting.")
My favorite thing to do is play with Daddy. (Clearly he also loves face painting. But playing with Daddy trumps everything.)
If I had one wish it would be for a little kitty. (?!?)

Gosh I love him. I am lucky, lucky girl.