Jack, I hope you have more fun today than when your lame aunt and uncle took you to a Mustard Festival in a town that's known for their gnome carvings.
Funny that a place like that even exists.
It was a good idea at the time to us. Apparently the boys felt differently. Maybe it was all the free hot dogs. (Where there's mustard, there's usually ketchup, and you can't have mustard and ketchup without the presence of hot-diggity-dogs.)
Happy Birthday, big guy! Love you!