A couple of weeks ago, our boy had a birthday. Eleven! Another year's worth of reasons to be so very proud of him. Ever a fan of Robin and his merry men, Peter received his own bow and arrow set this year. We have still yet to obtain the hay bales and set up a shooting range outside. Still trying to figure out the logistics on that one ...
So while he waits, he had a band of his own merry men over to the local
archery range for a shootin' party. Targets and balloons were obliterated
and once Pops brought out the life-sized poster of the wart-hog, the
arrows really started flying.
For celebration, Peter chose a smattering of donuts instead of birthday cake. Brilliant! A real crowd-pleaser and mom pleaser as well. Doesn't get much easier than ordering up 3 dozen donuts!
And Peter, in his ever-gracious way, allowed his wee-lass of a sister to partake on several rounds. (She was shockingly good. Just look at that stance!)
It is a happy thing, indeed, to celebrate one another. Peter, it is our joy to celebrate you.
