"THE YEAR OF THE CAR"

Still, I can't imagine life without the little terrorist

Well, my boy turns 18 today and frankly, I’m too wiped out to talk about it.

That’s what they do, right?

If I thought the kid exhausted me when he was an infant, that does not compare to this year—the “Year of the Car.”

Still I can’t imagine life without the little terrorist, so here is his updated Birthday Poem.

Today’s the day before the day
We celebrate Christ’s birth
His appearance marks good will toward men
And peace upon the earth

And every year at this same time
I feel I’m doubly blessed
‘Cause with Yuletide joy
Arrived my boy
And that kid is the best

Sometimes I call him Brian James
Or Bri Bri, or just Son
Sometimes I call him Nunzio
(He really likes that one)

But lately at this time of year
As we decorate the Spruce
He gets hyped up in Christmas Cheer
And calls himself “Hay-Soos”

Now 18, he’s filled my heart
And emptied out my wallet
That’s what Dad’s do
(The same as you)
Just love is what we call it

So today, Hay-Soos, I let you know
I love you more than clams
I love you more than bacon
Deep fried shrimp and candied yams

Your driving is a scary thing
Through wind and snow and sleet
Keep your blue eyes on the road
And not your many tweets

You finally stopped dying your hair
I confess I liked it blonde
But you be you
And only you
Through this fine day and beyond

There's a few pictures on this post
I may have gone too far
I just would like the world to know
What a precious egg you are

Happy Birthday!

Love, Dad