Last weekend, my baby turned four. We let him do whatever he wanted to do on his birthday date and the day included, among other just as exciting activities, a trip to Kroger, bringing McDonalds to his brothers school for lunch, walking to the Little Library around the corner and picking out a book, reading said SpongeBob (???) book, and preparing for his birthday party the next day. The birthday party where he might have had the best day of his entire life, throwing water balloons, eating cupcakes and marshmallows, and being surrounded by all of his sweet little friends.
I’ve said it before, but Oscar is sunshine and coffee and dynamite and kisses all jumbled into one human body. He’s our Sourpatch kid with the biggest heart and the loudest voice. He loves his people so hard, and we can’t help but be a little obsessed with him. Love you Bossman.