It’s okay that Tyler and I are celebrating his birthday today, instead of the official day (tomorrow) because he actually started trying to be born on the 27th. We’re planning to dine at ilili, a Lebanese restaurant in Brooklyn that my agent loves. Can you say baba ganoush? Heaven!
In addition to the delicious meal, I predict lots of laughter. There is no one who tickles my funny bone like Tyler. That talent of his is not without its dangers. Once, as I was merging onto I-5, he said something so funny, I nearly karoomed off the car next to me. As we will both be on foot tonight, we should be able to avoid repeating this situation.
|Tyler, just a few short years ago.|
Happy Birthday to my favorite son!