Sweet Sixteen

My cousin's 16th birthday party - not the real party, the "family" one.  I still gave him a lot of crap.  Snuck his phone and changed the wallpaper to a close up photo of the chicken for our tacos - looked like dog food.  Texted some girl named Katie Farmer - who now thinks that C3 has a bit of a crush.   :twisted:  He dropped some F bombs.  I asked him if his face hurt - you know, where he tore his ear off in a bike accident a few days ago - then thumped his cheek.  Sang 16 candles to him and made him listen to Classic Rock.  Good times.  He loved it all.  It's nice to be so close to all of your cousin's.  I helped raise him from 2 to 6 years old.  I would watch him in the evenings when I got home from school.  He was a happy baby, all chuckles and smiles.  He says he still remembers so many things, like when I took him up to the projection booth and let him press the green start button for the movie, and when I taught him how to do a rooster tail into the pool. 

Happy 16th Little Clayon, and no, I shall never stop calling you Little Clayton.  And never quit giving you a hard time.   And I will always be here when you need me, even if it's to give you the SUFI and tell you how dumb what you did was. 

I said, "let's Myspace it gangster style."  He called me a n00b.  But did it anyways.

Hella good pic of me, Todd and Sarah, but it's BLURRY and too dark. ....dang it.