I have a STEM kid. I know, I know. It’s the total “buzz word” lately, but it’s pretty true for Fox. He has little interest in learning to read (my English major heart is wincing in pain at that admission), but damn can that boy put together a puzzle in record time.
Fox turned five at the end of August, and like any good, overworked mom, I’m a few days late (and a dollar short after the birthday gifts) in wishing him a proper birthday. And by wishing him a “proper” birthday, I mean the only way us millennials know how – through some type of social media or Interwebz platform. I did send him a text message with balloon emojis.