This is what six-years-old looks like at our house. And if you’re wondering why there are 12 candles on the cake?
It’s this year’s compromise: I didn’t want to make 2 cakes (too much cake!), and Carter pointed out that taking turns blowing out 6 candles would be unfair, because someone would be first and someone would be last. So 12 candles it was, 6 for each boy.
Happy Birthday, my sweet sons!