Happy birthday to my youngest clone. He’s a strong child who has survived asshole kids (seriously, our neighborhood has some asshole kids) and a Macedonian abandonment. Luckily for me, he hasn’t mentioned him once. That’s the best part about children. They are resilient.
So happy eleventh birthday, my youngest sprout. I dedicate Mulans, “I’ll make a man out of you,” to you on this day!
Edit: to anyone who says this is somehow a horrible song to dedicate to my son, please butt out. Its an inside joke, and trust me my son loves the song. Unless you live here, you won’t get it, and will assume the worst. I don’t want or need your input on that.