We just had the Sprout’s second birthday. Birthdays are going to be very interesting for Cory in the future, seeing as they are immediately preceded by a giant national cookout / fireworks / summer party called “Independence Day.” (Not to be confused with the crappy movie with the same name.)

The Sprout was certainly more interactive this birthday than the last, although it will probably be the next one before he really understands what is going on and can anticipate it properly. He still won’t eat cake and I can’t convince him to try ice cream unless it has already melted. But someday. And then we won’t be able to convince him to eat anything else.

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