Now We Are Eleven

 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)

 He was not quite as jolly a baby as you might infer from these photos where he is all smiles

 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!