I suppose you helped take pretty good care of me when I was little...except the time you
And then there was the time you played barber. Mom wasn't too happy that you chopped off my hair. At least you didn't use me as a patient when you played doctor. Mr. Hippity Hop just wasn't the same after you poked him with a pin.
I'm having fun reminiscing, but I think I'll stop before I inspire you to start blogging.
Hope you have a great day turning 42!