The One And Only: T Birdie Bird



"T-Bird"

  

Meet my son.  His name is Tristen.  For the first 3 years of his life he spoke of himself in 3rd person and called himself "T".  Expanding the "T" to "T-Bird" (like the Ford Thunderbird) was a natural adaption for me, and now- he's just The Bird.  My Birdie.  He's a Power Broker in the making with more Cojones than his mother, never afraid to ask The Question or to Get What He Wants.  He makes sure I don't leave my handbag on the arm rest between the driver and passenger seats in the car where it could possibly (it happened ONE time but he's now forever paranoid) fly into the gear shifter due to a sudden stop and force the gear shifter from Drive to Reverse.  He's the last to check to be sure the front door, the back door, the side door, and the garage door are locked.  He's a true "Little-Man".  Well, a Big Little-Man.  I'm currently clinging to the four inches I have on him, and have to brace myself for a power hug so he doesn't topple me over.  His birthday is this month.  He's one of those magical Capricorns.  And the boy is pure magic.  He's the BF of every under 5 year old he knows because though big, tough, and cocky- he has a tender heart of gold.   Tristen.  He's the one and only T Birdie Bird.





Me and My Bird

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