You know the story. April Fools’ babies are always surprises.
Even more than a couple of decades later, they surprise and delight.
We’ll meet for dinner tonight, Kenny, Kathryn, Kenny’s grandfather Ken and I — but it’s a Scout function, and I get a spotlight there. Is there a better testament to how good a kid is than his giving up his birthday evening for his old man?
He was down from Plano last night, quick pick-up dinner and early gifts, which made him smile. And that made me smile.
Happy birthday, Kenny. Many more together, I hope.