The ninth year of life is a memorable one. It’s indisputable. I still remember which shirt was my favourite when I was nine. It was blue and had a photo of Napoleon Dynamite’s face on it. I wore my hair parted in the middle, played rugby with the boys at recess, and listened to Green Day during every waking moment. I was also nine when I made my first ever email address. It wasn’t embarrassing, it wasn’t inappropriate, and I still use it to this day, thank you very much.
Today, my friend M turned nine. He’s much taller and better looking than I was when I was nine though. I finished school early this afternoon and decided to spend a couple of hours with M on his special day. My sister and I picked up a vanilla donut from Tim Hortons and headed over to his daycare to pick him up.
In the back of my sister’s car, M used only his front teeth to scrape the sprinkles off the donut and returned it to the bag ten minutes later, soggy and bare. My sister and I sang him an obnoxious duet of “Happy Birthday.” M, covering his ears in the backseat, smiled big.
“Come on you guys, you don’t have to do that,” he said with a shy grin.
Since M’s birthday party isn’t until tomorrow, my idea for today was to dress up, journalist style, and interview M formally. I wanted to ask him about his eighth year of life to find out what his favourite moments were, what he learned, and what he is looking forward to as a big, smart nine-year-old.
Here is the final product. Sorry about the foggy quality.
Happy ninth birthday, M. ❤
This was so heartwarming. You should interview him more often!
LikeLike
Happy birthday, M! So lovely to read and watch. Also, the journalist look suits you!
LikeLike
Happy birthday M! You were both made for the camera
LikeLike
Cute!
LikeLike
M is so entertaining, I can see why you spend so much time with him.
LikeLike