For his birthday breakfast he picked a box of Cookie Crisp cereal. Exotic. It is actually somewhat tasty. Not that I ripped the box open last night after he was asleep and ate fifteen fistfuls or anything like that.
In the box is a pair of blue suede shoes.
Blue suede skater-boy hightops he circled in a Mini Boden mail order catalog. He is so, so excited about those shoes. "Do you think the shoes might come on the morning of my birthday, so I can wear them to school?"
It is the morning of his birthday. Please do not let any punk-ass weasels at school make fun of those shoes, or say they don't make him look like whomever it is he thinks they make him look like (AND I THINK WE ALL KNOW WHO THAT IS).
I am sending rock star cupcakes and Rapunzel ones for the girls, if that helps at all.
Thank you in advance.