The week of Twenty-Ten

This week is dedicated to Mr. Man, who turns thirty twenty-ten on Saturday.

Not sure how old he is here, but isn't he the cutest? He looks exactly like Little Man does now. I love it.

And a little poem for the occasion:

it must suck to be that old

three decades worth of life

hope you blow out all your candles

if you can get them all to light

you may be twenty-ten

but your looks say you're a teen

so what if i am lying?

at least i wasn't mean.

i dont know what to buy you

a plane jump from the sky?

or maybe i'll buy piper back

or just give you a high five.

the end.