|Well, hello there, little bladder kicker!|
Two days later:
|Papa's fingers to chew on!|
It's been six hours and seventeen minutes now since Koopa has officially turned four, but I still can't get used to it.
Unsurprisingly, when asked what he wanted for his birthday, he confidently announced that he wanted a raccoon in a garbage can. I am delighted to see that Koopa always knows EXACTLY what he wants from life.
He meant this Folkmanis puppet.
Happy Birthday, Koopa. You're the best thing that ever happened to us. I so hope that next year your birthday will be the only reason for drinking in this family.