At The Lima's Christmas party Friday, Lennon insisted that it must be a birthday party. Being the indulgent parents we are, we found some candles, stuck them in a meatball and let him go to town singing and blowing them out a couple of times.
"Lennon, whose birthday is it?"
"Mine."
"Isn't it Jesus' birthday, Lennon?" asked Mia
"NO! It's mine birthday!"
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I love my brilliant and precious nephew!
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