Good issues

Today was T's family birthday party. He loved all of his gifts. Here he is pictured wearing all three of the ties (zipper ties, so cool) Grandma and Grandpa got him, at once. The sunglasses add a nice touch.

T says to me today, after I pick him up at school: "I told my friend today, you have good issues." I said "What does that mean?" He says: "Oh Mom, it's just a figure of speech." He's five. Whoa.

He later explained he said good issues because he likes his friend, and didn't want to hurt his feelings by saying "bad issues."

I was so glad to have him back under my roof. I slept with his stuffed animal the last 2 nights. First birthday I haven't been with him, but, we made it :)