Comments: HB Bones... 11

Happy b-day young man...Anything special for the b-day meal ?

Posted by Mike D. at June 7, 2010 01:01 AM

Happy bday Bones. I hope it is a great one.

Posted by Sticks at June 7, 2010 05:14 AM

Happiest of bdays!

Posted by vwbug at June 7, 2010 06:18 AM


Posted by Quality Weenie at June 7, 2010 08:05 AM

Happy Birthday, Bones! May it be the best so far.

Posted by Jean at June 7, 2010 09:12 AM

Happy Birthday, Bones! I'll pop over in 10 years and buy you a drink!

Posted by bx19 at June 7, 2010 10:44 AM

Bou, he's just plain cute!

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Bones! :D

Posted by PeggyU at June 7, 2010 01:47 PM

Happiest of Happy Birthday Bones!

Posted by Teresa at June 7, 2010 01:49 PM

Happy Birthday Bones! Your Bones stories are always my favorites. I have my own "Bones" at home. My youngest at 10 years old. They even have the same haircut!

Posted by Jill at June 7, 2010 06:07 PM

Happy Birthday Bones! You bring smiles to so many people...what a great gift for them.

Posted by Mrs. Who at June 7, 2010 07:26 PM

My favorite memory of the one time I met him is that he has the most wonderful, unimpeded, joy-filled giggle I had ever much contagious laughter...he's a precious gem and so easy to love. Happy birthday, Bonesy!

Posted by Erica at June 7, 2010 09:46 PM

You know... I don't know if I've ever put this out there, but he is the most loving kid. It's one of the first things people notice when he's with me or his Dad. He's always attached to us, but not in a bad way. He's hugging on a waist, or coming back and patting our back, or coming in for a kiss for his forehead. Even in front of friends. He doesn't care. I'll pick him up from school and he'll move into me and lift his face so I can pull the hair off his forehead and kiss it. His whole class could be there, and he wouldn't care a lick.

It's very heart warming.

Posted by Bou at June 7, 2010 09:58 PM

Oh, and Mike D, chicken pot pie, yellow cake and chocolate butter cream frosting. And the day before I said, "Anything for an appetizer" and he said, "Oh yea, clams." Mr. T and I looked at each other. I mouthed "Clams? I...don't...make...clams" and Mr. T whispered back, "Dad does. He must want Dad to make clams."

So he had it all.

Posted by Bou at June 7, 2010 10:00 PM