it was my ...

It was my birthday the other day and the little guy excelled again: in the morning he said, When can I give you the presents? And in the afternoon, What? Is it your birthday today? He also said, You are twenty five, right? Oh wait, no, forty one. He was serious. He is a sweetie. A honey bunch. A bead for luck. I did not get any hand made card this year. No.
Last year he let me take pictures of him, this year it's harder.