Tigger is having a birthday this week and he has decided that he is going to completely throw out all remnants of being a baby. Okay, well, he's not walking all the time yet. But everything else? Large. The man is large.
Today I said hi and he waved at me. Kanga asked him if he wanted more and he said, "yes. chex." Today he climbed up on top of the table and decided he'd hang out there to get a better view. And then I handed him something and he said thank you.
Long live Tigger. May every birthday be so memorable and fabulous.