Not so little anymore

When Little One was born, at the crack of dawn on a mild March morning, his big brother jumped in and cut the cord.

When he was one, he had a wobbly walk and flew on a big airplane to visit his Omama and Opapa. He loved butter sandwiches more than anything.

When he was two, Mama Duck, Papa Duck and lots of little baby ducks waddled into his life. Papa Duck drives a "chocolate"(UPS) truck, Mama Duck a super-fast mail truck, and the little baby ducks that grew up drive fire trucks. FedEx trucks are driven by dogs.

When he was four, he played with new friends in a German Waldorf School, where they built a really big snowman. He rode in a really fast train.

When he was five, he learned how to swim for real and how to write his name.

And now he is six, with a brand-new hole in his smile, a fiery disposition, and a burning desire for an electric train.

The ducks reign supreme, and we splashed with friends to celebrate. We also told funny duck jokes (Q: What does a duck eat with soup? A: Quackers!), and ate a lemon duck cake with blueberry sauce.