Jonathan got older last Sunday. He says 34 feels no different than 33, but substantially different than 23.
He requested his family's spaghetti for dinner, and cheesecake for dessert. I made the spaghetti, it was tasty. It was accompanied by salad and garlic bread. I made cheesecake with a nutmeg graham cracker crust. He technically asked for his family's "cheesecake", but that's not a cheesecake. It is more a no-bake custard thing. It is NOT a cheesecake. So I made mine and topped it with blueberry sauce. He didn't complain.
The kids picked out his presents:
May the force of the pez be with him during those late nights of studying and long days at school.