Spenser is 9, or, My Yearly Reminder That Time Is Fleeting, Everything is Temporary and Chuck E. Cheese Pizza Isn’t That Bad

So, seriously, WTF, time? Slow down already. In a few days Becky and I will be celebrating our 10-year anniversary, then Holly will be 8, then I’ll be 41, and sometimes September can be a little much, you know?

But my buddy is 9 and I love this kid so much, it hurts. We took a few of his friends to Chuck E. Cheese for dinner instead of throwing a big party, and it worked out really well for our stress levels and our wallets. His presents were an equal mix of clothes he needed and Nerf gun (and ammo) he didn’t.