Blair Turns 100! (or 45…)

Well I don’t even know how I can compete with yesterday’s cuteness. I have nothing anywhere near that adorable in my house:)

 Today is Blair’s 100th birthday.

I’m kidding.

 He’s 45.

I keep telling the daycare kids he’s 100 and they don’t have the judgement God gave lettuce, so they believe me:)

The conversation went like this:

Me: Tomorrow is Blair’s birthday! Guess how old he’s going to be.

Kids: 50? 12? 24?

Me: No….but close…..he’s going to be….100!

kids: YAY!:)

Blair: No I’m not.

Kids: Yes you are, silly, Maren told us.

Blair: No I’m not, I’m going to be 45.

Kids: (staring in obvious disbelief) You don’t even know how old you are?

Blair: I KNOW how old I am. 45.

Kids: Maren, how come Blair thinks he’s 45?

Me: I have no idea. Maybe he lost track. Sometimes old people have memory problems. Besides, who are you going to believe? Him? or Me? (I said ‘him’ in a low, sketchy voice, as if believing him is definetly out of the question. Then I said ‘me’ in a happy, trustworthy voice.)

Blair: I’m going to be 45!

(me, behind him, shaking me head, ‘no’)

Kids: Blair, you’re so silly:)

You’re welcome honey:)

Happy Birthday, Sweetie!