Today my youngest turns 8.
Zalen is a bright eyed mischievous lad.
He is karma's revenge for every misdeed I ever committed in my youth.
He is my mini-me. My glimpse at the past.
He thinks, and as my mom takes great joying in pointing out, acts just like I did.
Had he been born first he would likely have been an only child, but he along with his older brother, Tarek, and my lovely wife Jennifer, who I will have been married to for thirteen years come Monday, make my life worth living.
Here is a funny little tale that highlights both his sharp wit and shall I say smug cockiness.
While preparing Zalen for first reconciliation. First confession for you non Catholic readers, my wife asked Z if he'd thought about what he was gonna say to Monsignor.
"I guess, I'll tell them I'm mean to my brother," he said.
A very true statement as Zalen torments his older brother nonstop.
"That's good," Jennifer replied.
At which point Zalen pipes in with, "Besides, he already knows Tarek, so he will understand."
Happy Birthday Zalen.
Hey Zalen! Nice bass but mine is still bigger.