Happy Birthday Max!

Favorite memory of Max's sixth birthday today: he asked for Cracker Barrel pancakes for his birthday breakfast.  When we got seated and the server came to take our order, he said: 

"Um, I have noticed that sometimes, in other restaurants, that you sing when it is people's birthday.  Can you sing?... Are you going to sing?"

This kid wanted the whole center-of-attention-celebrate-me thing very badly (in direct opposition to his godfather, who once gave me the silent treatment for weeks because I dared to inform waitstaff that it was his birthday).

He was thrilled, and just beamed with joy when the entire serving staff paraded to our table, singing loudly and carrying pancakes aloft, serenading him by name and basically making his day.

That was a great moment.  Happy birthday, my sweet boy.