Today my Schnickelfritz turns seven years old. What a blessing he has been. He has a tender heart and an infectious laugh. For his birthday we found a used basketball goal on craigslist (we may have moved to Missouri, but he was born a Hoosier). So far we've played H-O-R-S-E, P-I-G, M-A-M-A, and various other words. He wanted to play T-Y-R-A-N-N-O-S-A-U-R-U-S R-E-X, but I couldn't spell it and I didn't want to stay out all night so we settled on T R-E-X.