As good as it gets

I called my sister in law to wish her happy birthday -

she's on a trip to Kentucky with her son. Eric is 6.

So far he's milked a cow, bottle-fed a calf,

named a kitten, driven a (big blue) tractor;

now they're going to ride go-carts.

Boy - when you're 6 it doesn't get much better than that.

I kind of wish I were 6 too.