I know what you’re thinking. “You are a horrible father for being more excited about a movie and an album than your own son’s birthday.”
Well, in my defense… yeah, I’m a horrible person. But keep in mind, birthdays happen every. single. year. Besides, it’s really just a celebration of being one year closer to death.
Ok, that got unnecessarily dark in a hurry.
Seriously though, Happy Birthday, Dylan! Maybe I’ll take you to see Wonder Woman with me. Keep your hands off my Halsey album, though.
Hmmm… I think I just came up with what to write in his card.