A Special Kind of Friendship...

Once upon a time, there were two fat little boys, one with red hair and one with brown. They played together mainly because their mothers played together, or posed them for pictures together.

The fat little red-haired boy was eleven days older, having been born EXACTLY THIRTEEN YEARS AGO TODAY.

As time went on, the little boys lost their baby fat and discovered that they loved playing together, even when their mothers weren't hanging out that day. This surprised their mothers because, you see, these two boys really had opposite personalities. The red-haired boy was quiet, introspective, a little shy, and sensitive. The brown-haired boy was loud, extroverted, always in motion, and sensitive. Okay, so they were both sensitive--as in good-hearted. Over the years, the mothers learned that their opposite personalities complemented each other. The quiet boy helped keep the loud boy grounded, and the loud boy helped the quiet boy gain a sense of adventure. 

As they grew, each developed his own sense of humor. Loud boy (oh, let's call him Weston) developed a slapstick sense of humor, while quiet boy (we'll call him He's Hot, because if a classroom happens to be a little warm, he will insist it's because he has arrived) has a sharp verbal wit.

Though it has been mentioned here before, their mother's hearts are warmed when they see how protective these two chaps are around each other. Once, He's Hot got dropped off at his house, where he promptly face-planted in the gravel. Weston said, "Oh, I wish that would have happened to me instead!"  He didn't like to see his friend get hurt.

Another time, Weston was left waiting outside the school on a frigid day when one of his parents (not this one, ahem) was a little late in picking him up from school. He's Hot begged his mother to give Weston a ride home. "Friends don't let friends stand in the cold, " he said.

Over the years, these two boys have remained friends, even though as they get older their circle of friends naturally widens. When they were youngsters, they would get together and play Legos. Now that they are *gasp* teenagers, they play with...um...Legos. 

Weston's mother has been grateful to He's Hot for standing by her son. He's been a good influence, and as Weston once said, "No one understands me the way he does."  He's Hot is always welcome in Weston's home where he is loved as a son. He's always a positive and encouraging influence.  

At the Dinosaur Museum--3rd grade

At Weston's house

The omnipresent bunny ears

I'm too sexy for my Cub Scout uniform

At the Sheriff's Department. No, they weren't in trouble.

Can you guess? A school play perhaps?

4th Grade--Pity the fool teacher who tries to keep these two apart

Sand + Boys = Hours and hours of laundry for the mothers fun.

Believe it or not, there was still some left by the time they took it to Scouts

Yeah, so Weston liked pink. Peer pressure has since caused him to cave.

Yay for cookIE dough!  Just kidding--it's Kyuki Do

More boys, more sand, water, more laundry fun.

Would you PUH-LEASE not make us pose in the sun?

And next....Weston's mommy's favorite picture ever:

HAPPY HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY TO 

HE'S HOT!!