In June PJ turned the big 5. (That's a hole hand of fingers!!!!) He wanted a soldier/Mario/Lego/Starwars/Beyblades party... I convinced him otherwise. Instead we had a Little Man Mustache Party. Ties were required. Mustaches occasionally. We ate a mustache cake and played Pin-the-Stache-on-Parker. We fired up the barbeque and let the kids run wild. We ate, sang, and celebrated little boy being a not so little boy with some of our closest and most dear friends. It's hard, and painful, to believe that the Parkster is actually FIVE YEARS OLD, but we are coping. He, on the other hand, is loving it.
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