Once there was a little blond baby boy who was born smallish but rapidly became spherical, enough to be served in a parmigiana with Corn (please note eggplant onesie)
but he did have his moments. Arr! and avast!
He grew up to be the sweetly wondering, dreamy kind of boy who looks for fossils in streams
meditative, even
and possessed of a long attention span
and an ability to lose himself in other worlds, all traits that will serve him well in his life as an artist and writer, if that is where he chooses to go.
He is kind to animals and they're kind to him, from the biggest
and most powerful
to the smallest and meekest.
There is only one Liam Thompson. They broke the mold when they finished him.
Happy birthday, best boy and light of our lives. Now you're eleven!
