Only Bub
No one makes an entrance, or an exit, like Bub. He's the Mayor! Waving to everyone , he beams a huge grin, convinced that now the fun can begin because he's arrived.
We showed up at a birthday party today and I swear, he thought the other guests had congregated for his benefit. At the party table, he interrupts all conversation with, "EXCUSE ME! DO YOU KNOW HOW OLD I AM? I'M 5!"
Our departure was less friendly. He was offered a sub-par slice of cake and the whole world met with his instant, nuclear rage. Sorry, B & C!
Whisked away and stuffed, hissing and spitting like a fierce little animal, into the car, he was demure and sweet again. I could empathize with that level of frustration and disappointment. I just don't get to pitch the fit.
The kid has no filter, for better or for worse. How could I not treat him to a milkshake?
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