Well, the day we've all been eagerly waiting for is finally here....today is my third birthday. Because I'm a swell guy and wanted to bestow upon thee a three-day weekend in honor of my splendor, "National Day of Celebration of the Glorious Birth of Dexter" was officially observed on Monday (and for some reason is referred to as "President's Day." I guess it's a sign of my inevitable world domination?). My Daddy is a real emotional crazy guy today and keeps repeating that he can't believe I'm already three years old and that he wishes he could freeze me right now. To which I reply, give it your best shot, Daddy. The Dex will not be frozen. Not even chilled. It's full steam ahead.
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| Dug up this old picture from the archives. Even in my early years I was a real head-turner. |
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| Huh, how about that? Now, in my senior years, I'm still a stunner (notice the divine light shining upon the Dex?) |
Birthday morning began with breakfast with Mommy and Daddy and with a sprinkling of the birthday bounty surely to come. I received a splendid Gordon the train for my train table (if you don't know who Gordon is, the Dex pities you). In exchange for my gift, I reciprocated with an appropriate sign of gratitude.
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| This is how we say thank you round these parts. |
Although I appreciate and love all my presents (especially my new fleet of Thomas trains), I'd like to think my parents gave me the best gift imaginable when they brought my
future minion little brother Quentin into the world. I think we'll get along just fine.
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| You know something, Goof, this kid's alright by me...as long as he's plugged. |
Happy Birthday!
