He’s officially three now.
While at lunch at a Chinese restaurant (to eat noodles for good luck), my brother, his dad, called with a birthday greeting, but since my nephew doesn’t know who he is, we had to feed him lines. I don’t know if the words he shyly spoke made my brother feel anything, but hopefully he knew that his kid was lucky to have people surround him and love him on his birthday. He even took juice and cookies to the kids club at the gym, and they sang to him. He is quite the popular kid. Even though he doesn’t actually work out or anything, all of the employees look for him when they see us, and they hug, kiss, and hi-five him when we leave.
I’m really glad he had a decent birthday. I hope his party will be even better. I think I’m more excited for the party than anyone else.