Happy Birthday, Mom, from your first born (& most awesome) child.
Remember the good old days when it was just you & me? We listened to the radio and watched Beatles cartoons on Channel 32 before it was FOX. You gave me pretzels because that’s all I would eat. I gave you trouble.
Those. were. the. days.
(To my Gen Y readers: please forgive the 1970s. They meant no harm.)