Krassimir's birthday!

Seventeen years old - next year he will be officially an adult (whatever that means!) AND will break even on number of birthdays celebrated with his family instead of without. *Almost* there.

As a food hater, there's not much to make for a fun supper, so we did pasta and sauce, which is a less-hated meal, and Rinnah made home made chocolate pudding, which was robust enough to hold seventeen candles!

He doesn't blow, but he's seen enough birthdays that he knows what to expect, and likes have the fuss made over him!

 We certainly don't need any more *stuff* around here, so presents were few, but one thing Matt and I found for him hit the nail on the head - it's a rubber dog toy - a textured ring - and he and his new ring are inseparable!