Trevor, I missed your birthday. Happy 6th birthday!
Too bad, I was getting so used to telling everyone you are five-and-a-half. Somehow six seems a lot older.
If I come home to visit and you help make the bread, can you count up to five by yourself when we poke the loaves? I'm sure you can, from what Mommy has told us of your addition skills. You used to say "1, 2, 3, 7, 11"... or something like that.
Now be a good boy and learn to say your Rs this year!