On the nineteenth anniversary...

of the day I gave him birth, my son Dustin threw a snowball at me. Then the other boys ambushed him in retaliation, and as an early birthday present for me (he was born two days before I turned 21. Do the math if you dare).

All was forgiven, presents were presented, and cake was served. With strawberries and whipped cream. Here he is in the obligatory "cake, candles, kid" shot that I take 4 times a year or so.

Isn't he cute? :)