Just before his fourth birthday, we took Miles to Disney World, the location of this, one of our favorite photos of him:
In the intervening years, he became He Who Will Not Be Ignored, but I still get the drop on him from time to time:
Today (April 19th) we took him to Disneyland for his birthday, part of our vacation in California. It took him a while to warm up to the place, but soon he was demanding a second turn on the Indiana Jones ride, and declared that we would ride every roller coaster in the park. (Space Mountain: 100 miles per hour in a closet, something I used to do in college for the price of a tab of blotter acid.) At least this time he wasn’t expecting multiple visits to Bear in the Big Blue House.
We convinced him to let us take this photo, a duplicate of one we took seven years ago:
This time, instead of asking us if he would become king, he wanted to know where to record his his score if he withdrew the sword.
We registered him at City Hall on Main Street, where they issued the button above. As a result, every cast member that saw him today wished him Happy Birthday. By the end of the day he was still happy, but tired. It’s tough being king.
Happy Birthday, Miles!