The birthday boy
Not three times three, but six times six for today’s birthday boy…
We both woke up at crack-of-dawn-thirty this morning; when I leaned over to kiss him and wish him a happy birthday, he opened his eyes and said “Oh! So I can open the big box now.”
Which he proceeded to do:
Like the other Lord of the Rings prop replicas I’ve bought him, this one is a pretty darn nice hunk of metal. It is also, erm, quite large. We haven’t quite worked out where we’re going to hang it yet.
It can wait until after his birthday.