Little Beattie is all Grown Up

And the youngest Beattie is able to throw away the fake ID (that Dad knows about apparently?) and can now brazenly sit at the open bar in a week without getting yelled at by your mother. Congrats, Donny for making it to 21 without seeing the back of a squad car or having to say the alphabet backwards. And more power to you for going out last night and braving the sleety streets of Minneapolis all in order to brave a couple classes that you should have skipped. Hitting the books on your birthday? That's just crazy talk. But you made up for it for waking up Dad and your mom at 1:30 this morning. Especially since Dad still doesn't know how to listen to voicemails. I can't wait to see you in a week, brother of mine. The happiest of birthdays.