You enjoyed your eighth year to its fullest. Every bit of 2nd grade was grand. You made great friendships and great memories.
You are still our family adventurer and keep us on our toes daily both with perceived dangers and your quick wit.
You have attempted to hone your skills at story telling, however, you have a ways to go with summaries... your daily word quota is that of the dark gods! We need to work on decreasing this...
For years your three favorite things have been "dogs, bugs, and babies." I have supplied you with two, mostly on accident. I will continue to fight the good fight again dogs and bugs... However, thank you for your ceaseless prayers for more babies. You knew better than Dad and I... I'll give you that point. This is not permission to continue. Though you sir, are the greatest of all big brothers, not even a joke! You L.O.V.E. love babies, especially your babies and particularly that Rose. You two are a force that likely only the two of you have a hope of understanding. However, we sure do love watching.
You are our boy and we love all of your fun, nut-brain, ideas and antics... though cool it just a little.
Happy Birthday, sweet Sy B. We love you times infinity and through all the sewer pipes!