Carson Is Six. Seriously.

~I feel like he's always airbourne.~

That sounds too old and mature for my Carson. It's quite possible that he will remain that same mischievous three year old that I advertised here. In fact, I'd put good money on the fact that he will always be mischievous. Any takers?

The morning started out with the traditional breakfast in bed. He wanted pancakes. Then he opened presents.



Then he went to school. I came too.

~In the bottom right corner is his new "wife" Kelsea. He talks about her incessantly.~

After school, we had a very small impromptu party with family and neighbors. Unfortunately, most of the family was sick. Darn the flu. He had fun anyway. All we needed was a little Mentos and Diet Coke action.

After the festivities, Carson and I drove to Disneyland to claim his free day pass. Actually, I kidnapped him. I knew he would never go voluntarily, what with there being mascots at Disneyland and all. I told him we needed to sneak out and I was secretly going to take him to McDonald's for a Birthday Happy Meal. He was all for this and even placed his order before I could get him buckled in the car (cheeseburger, no onions, mustard or pickles, apple dippers, and a chocolate milk).

After I bought him the Happy Meal and kept driving he started getting suspicious. "Where are you taking me mom?" When I told him, he wasn't too thrilled with me. On the way Uncle Cory and Aunt Gina called to wish him a happy birthday. He pour his little heart out to them on the upcoming trauma that was about to unfold. He even asked Uncle Cory (aka Coach to Carson...we don't know why) if he was scared of mascots when he was little.

I kept reminding him that he was six, and he had told us that when he turned six he wouldn't be scared of mascots anymore. He told me that he had changed his mind. Now seven is the magic number when braveness will evidently set in.

When we got there and started walking through Downtown Disney, he kept saying over and over again, "What are you doing to me mom? Seriously, you always have bad ideas. This is a bad idea mom." You'd think I was forcing him to get an "I heart mom" tattoo.

We got his pass and I told him we didn't have to go in today. You could feel the stress physically leave his little body. On the way back to the car, we stopped in at the Lego store and I let him pick out a little something. The rest of the walk I was showered with "Mom, you were right. This WAS a good idea. You're always right and I'm always wrong. Except for the time that Piggy said the bugs on "Bug's Life" were named Rock and Roll and I said they were Tuck and Roll and I was right and he was wrong and he said Good job Carce, you were right and I was wrong. I was right that time, but mostly I'm wrong. I love you mom."

We love this strange, wonderful little man. He keeps us laughing and scratching our heads at the same time. I sometimes wish I was a fly on the wall of his cranium. I'd love to see where he comes up with some of this stuff. What a dull life we would have without him. We love this boy to pieces.

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~One more for good measure.~