Mr. D Turns 13!

For the past five years or so, Mr. D was very aware that he was not yet 13. Actually, he was very aware that he was 12 or under.

The typical conversation would go as follows:
Me: "Hey, D. Good to see you...hop in!"
Mr. D: "Can I sit in the front seat."
Me: "No. And why not?"
Mr. D: "Because the airbag will pop my head off..."

Well, according to visor in the car, Mr. D is now safe since he is no longer 12 or under. He's finally 13!

And from here on out, thing speed up. It took five years to sit in the front seat. In less than 3 years, he'll be able to sit in the driver's seat...yikes!

While Mr. D and I were driving to see the Simpson Movie, the Mrs. took a little break from her exam prep and whipped up a fantastic chocolate oreo cake. And the Mrs. is a way better cook than Marge!