Our boy is officially ten!
He woke up to balloons in his doorway:
He took cupcakes to school, and he went to the dojo, where he was flipped ten times to celebrate. Basically, the day couldn't get any better for this kid!
He asked for bacon cheeseburgers for dinner, and in a hysterical moment asked to save his cake for the next day because he was just too full. This is particularly hysterical because he asked for a Whitt's ice cream cake. I ordered it last week, but somehow the order got lost. Thankfully, they were able to scramble the cake and I made a second trip to pick it up. So glad everyone rushed for it to sit in our freezer overnight.
Last night, we finally did the whole cake thing. Mr. Man was good in his pajamas and towel:
Unfortunately, I had no idea he was not a fan of sparkler candles. Nothing says happy birthday like a little bit of fear: