Today we celebrated my dad's 65th birthday. It's one of those occasions where I sit back and wonder how the hell we got to this point. How can I have a dad that is 65? The answer is simple. He had me when he was really old. Like 45. ;)
Here he is blowing out his candles with some help from Ethan.
From the angle I'm on, the cake looks a tad suggestive.
They're balloons, people.
Happy Birthday Skippy!!!
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