In honor of his birthday I thought it would be a good time to resurrect his life's best work so far, the Tipe Riter Pome he penned (or rather, plucked out on a typewriter) in 2009. Christian was seven at the time, and become really interested in typewriters. The old family typewriter that he dragged into his room was temperamental, sticky, and the 'd' key didn't work - so he cleverly substituted the 't' in its place when needed. Spelling errors are completely unintentional, which makes this an excellent study in irony:
tipe riter pomel ii love tipe riters, bcus ther so cool but one theng that is roing abaot tham is that you cant fikces youer mastakces
It's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that Christian is now 12, because I still think of him as the cute little kid who liked to come with me everywhere.
Little known fact: when my parents announced they were expecting again, I declared that if this one wasn't a girl I wasn't going to speak to it. I'm glad I changed my mind, because my "honeybuddy" and I are the best of friends and he is awesome. And old, now.
So now we are left with an issue where this is how I think of him:
and this is more what he is really like:
He's still incredibly funny, which isn't surprising as it is a dominant family trait.
Awww. I love those photos of him! I tend to think of him that way as well!
ReplyDeleteToo funny. It's a good thing Christian didn't know about Whiteout back then.
ReplyDeleteI still think of Christian in a high chair, as this is where he was the first time I met him. Can't believe he is so old!
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