my not so little Finnur had his birthday yesterday, 9 year old. 13 boys climbed over the furniture, ran in and out of the house, climbed on the rooftops around (yep – I had to tell them to stay mostly on the ground), ate tons of pizza and rice-crispies cookies and had loads of fun.
House’s in shambles – but worth it. He’s really happy.
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