No five days are longer than those between Colt's birthday and Sport's. Sport was absolutely dying. The day came at last, and I believe it was worth the wait. We spent the morning picking apples and then went to the Lyman pool for the afternoon. I think that's called karma. I vaguely remember spending 10 birthdays in a row in the Blackfoot pool. Sport loved it so much he puked a little in the pool. Also familiar.
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Sport and his Dora and Diego birthday cupcakes. |
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Sport loves packing things in his backpack which recently ripped out. Perfect timing. He got a new backpack and a letter and number electronic game. |
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Sis and Sport immediately began fighting over the new toys. |
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