A Gym Rat and a Birthday Boy

I've done it.  My quest for Olympic greatness begins.  I received my second ribbon in gymnastics.  It was glorious.  Everyone clapped for me, held a feast in my honor, threw roses at my feet, and bowed down.  Ok maybe nobody bowed, but I did get a lot of clapping, some chocolate cake, and I pick a Dandelion on the way to the car.
In other news.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADA!!!!!  The big 2-6.  How's it feel?  Good?  Yeah sure, it's ok you don't have to put on a brave face for me.  You feel old don't you?  Bones getting a little brittle, muscle a little soft, hair a little gray?  No worries, it happens to us all.  Well not me, because I'll take calcium supplements and have a personal trainer, but to it happens to everyone else in the world, so it's ok.  I gave Dada a coupon book good for things such as the ever classic car wash, an hour of solitude, a jog with me, etc., and JD gave him a coupon for a bench pressing session with JD, aka "the beast".
So Happy Birthday dada.  And don't worry - When you're taking pictures of me standing on the top tier of the podium at the Olympics one day, you'll look back at these years of chaos and jumping off of furniture and climbing pianos and say, "It was all worth it."