For his main present, Lucas was asking for membership to Club Penguin, but Daddy, being the jaded, grumpy old dinosaur that he is, refused to cough up yet more money for temporary membership to another online club (thanks, Wizard 101!), and instead opted to pay for membership to the Highett Tennis Club. Now, whenever Lucas feels like a hit of tennis, he can just pick up his racket and key, walk one block down the road, unlock the courts, and Bob's his uncle! That, plus a super-spy hearing magnification device, and a superhero punch-up miniatures game, and he was a pretty happy chappy!
A modest birthday chant after a "bought" pizza dinner, with a quartet of cupcakes sufficing for a proper birthday cake. The real cake will no doubt feature much more prominently at the party on Sunday. Stay tuned!
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