Birthday Brother.

Zachary, the baby, is sweet sixteen.
Per family tradition, his photo was taken with this green vase my mother received for her 16th.

We celebrated, last night, with, per his request, fried chicken fingers (made by my momma - they were so good) and french fries (also delicious thanks to mom).

Dad baked him a cheese cake and sixteen candles were lit.

After watching Groundhog Day (a family favorite) these two conked out.

They are two of a kind. Zachary shares the most physical features with my mother. Their childhood photos are nearly identical. Since Zachary was very little he has fallen asleep at a specific time each evening, no matter where he his. Occasionally, we have found him sleeping on the steps from a failed attempt at moving his slumber to bed.

But the shenanigans went on without them. Lewis would always imitate my father's bald head as a small kid. Now he has come to the realization that should baldness occur it wouldn't be that bad.

Jason and next birthday girl!