It all started when Nana drew a happy face (the one that looks like the classic smiley face) Drew asked what it is. Nana called it a happy guy. Drew liked happy guys. Stickers, drawings, balloons, you name it he liked it. In fact when we were doing the developmental assessment for preschool when he was two and half, part of it was to ask him if he was a boy or a girl.
Me: Are you a boy or a girl?
Drew: I'm a happy guy.
We couldn't decide if that counted.
We plan on having "He was a happy guy" inscribed on his gravestone when we finally order it.
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That is lovely, sweet and absolutely heartbreaking. All at once.
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