The dark days of feeling 5 kids for the
first time are a distant memory.
Now you are 8.

Was it really 8 years ago that
you gave your siblings a brother?

Was it really 8 years ago that Xavier
couldn’t resist making your tiny fist
punch, while insisting that your
head wasn’t bobbing?

And now you want real boxing gloves.

You must now be 8. Babies don’t have
skateboards, wear size 3 shoes, or
have Chuck E. Cheese parties.

And they certainly don’t earn over
1200 tickets there, or pool resources
With a friend for better prizes.

All these wonders are sponsored by the num-
ber 8.