Yesterday when I got the boys up we all boisterously sang Happy Birthday to Will. Sam loved every second of it. I quickly got them dressed and ready for school.
I was walking Sam out to the car in the beautiful 60 degree weather when he stopped dead in his tracks and said "Gama! Happy Birthday to you Gama!"
I. Kid. You. Not.
I don't know where it came from. We hadn't talked about Grandma Linda all morning. I hadn't made a big deal of her birthday to the boys. It was completely out of nowhere.
Sort of makes you wonder, huh?
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