Gus turned 14 last week. Our beanpole-of-a-boy has more than a few inches on his mom now, and is just 1/2-inch shorter than his dad. He's our happy-go-lucky kid. Always has been. How we got such a sweet child, I'll never know. Gus requested brownies for his birthday dessert. So, I attempted to make a 3-dimensional Minecraft torch (his favorite video game.) But it collapsed into a jumbled mess. Instead, I opted to cut his name out of the leftover brownie squares. He didn't care. Gus thought it was just great. Thanks for being such a wonderful kid. Happy birthday, Gus.