Happy Birthday, Ed!

Dear Ed,

It's a miracle! You made it to another birthday party. I personally congratulate you. Here is a bit about what you do right now:

*Say you see me eating an apple. You are hungry. You say (without fail...), "Mom, I'm hungry for something fruity and sweet." And then you stare at me. Fruity and sweet, crunchy and sweet, frozen and sweet... my two favorites have been, "Something warm and pizza-y." And, just yesterday when I told you that we were going to stop at the gas station, without hesitation you say, "Mom, I feel like eating something crumbly." Crumbly? Like the crumb donuts? *You have been watching "Backyardigans Robot Rampage" at least twice a day this week. I've been sick, so I don't feel bad about it, but holey moley boy, we're gonna have to wean you off that one. *You don't like milk in your cereal. *You can remember the lyrics to songs almost the first time you hear them. *You can't sit still to save your life. *You finally learned to buckle your own seatbelt. *You prefer to wear your cowboy boots everywhere over any other footware. *You still hate stink bugs. They are the only things you are afraid of. *Your reputation precedes you... and most everyone thinks you are SO ENTERTAINING. These people are mostly from church, where you are always in fine form. *I picked you up from Emily's house the other night after 4-H. You got into the car, buckled your seat belt, leaned back and sighed, "This was the best day ever! I got to play on the trampoline!" You just sat there all dreamy and happy.

You are a funny kid. Full of energy, always moving, loving dinosaurs, robots, anything that transforms, you still do not use your silverware properly. You frequently get into trouble, but you are very sweet at heart. You don't want to get in trouble, and you don't really try. (Face it, it's easy for you...) You want to make us happy, and for that we love ya, Ed-masaurus.

Love, Mom