Well, it's happened...the boy is 9! That's one year away from ten.....halfway to 18......what is going on? I'll tell you what's going on. Cooper has seemed to hit the stage in his life where is acceptable to ask as many questions as possible to make your mothers brain hurt. I walked out of his room the other night, following our ritual of a hug, kiss, and scratching his back...and into our room where I told Curtis, "it's your turn now! Ive done this for 9 years and am exhausted, as well as out of answers.
I took the day off for Coops birthday so we could bake his favorite cookies and have lunch with daddy. We went to get his favorite, orange chicken. Curtis picked out the UFC fighting gear...because "they are going to fight, why not make it safer" Blake took it upon himself to "train" him. Note to self: Blake need some work on patience if he is ever going to have kids!
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