Cake Day for Mr. Funny

You came into this world 6 weeks early. It was as if you couldn't wait to face the world. In fact, you would rarely sleep on your stomach and didn't you know they said babies were NOT supposed to sleep on their backs. You could have barfed and choked. It was as if you didn't want to miss a moment life had to offer. And what an experience you have been on our lives.


One of your first words was "choc-it" (chocolate) and that made me proud although I would later disappoint you when I wouldn't pony up the chocolate for breakfast. For the most part, you were a toddler of few words. It was as if you were watching and waiting for your moment to make your mark on the world.


And make a mark you did! Before you started school, I began to worry you would be a class clown and I would be an embarrassed parent because you rarely took life seriously. You had a knack for making people laugh.


And you might have inherited a bit of my selective OCD-ism. Remember that period in your life when you dressed like Urkel when you had to have everything tucked in just right and you had your pants pulled up to your nipples? We adapted and allotted the extra time for you to bask in your Urkel-ness neat ways.



Still, you made us laugh. Jokes were often being played and they were usually funny even if one backfired and almost got you suspended because pasting the Principal's face on a picture of Hitler is probably really not that funny. Your funny exterior was sometimes a disguise for how seriously you took school. It always cracked me up when teachers were surprised by how studious you were.


And that studious nature is beginning to pay off for you. All those college letters and brochures make me freak out because why do you have to look at colleges so far away so proud of you.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Funny! You've brought so much laughter and fun into our world.