Eighteen years ago today a little boy was born with giant dimples and a fear of bare feet. He was a little cuddle muffin with a soft heart and a love for frosting. He could fake cry like nobody's business, and be it guilt or charm he could pretty much get you to do anything. He never stops making me laugh or making me proud and is a constant bright spot in our lives. Happy Birthday Toad. I love your big butt.