Six

Jay-zus.
Six.
Already...
Yesterday we were watching little Ixus films of you as a baby, with your enthusiastic gurgles and noises.
And we also watched more little films of you, as a young toddler, with an excitable older brother and a tiny tiny puky younger one.
Six.
Jay-zus.
You'll be too smart for us all too soon.
Six.
You totally deserved that fantabulous new bike of yours.
And the two cakes. And two sets of candles. And two Happy Birthday songs.
Six.
Jay-zus.
You are worth a party in N Zone (not Never again Zone - there is a very strong risk that Finnzer will get one too...)
Six.
Jay-zus...

We love you.