Milo is 5

Five. Yes five.

And time has flown. And yes, each of you is that much older than when you saw this one.

By the time we reached this one Tom was finally coming to terms with the fact that he was probably staying.

The full extent of his cheekiness was understood by this one and the close relationship with sugar and cake utterly unregulated by this one.

Last year... well then the coup was complete and he obviously knew that he was in charge.

Milo - you ground us all into the ground.  Your infectious love and enthusiasm for pretty much everything has been a vital part of keeping us all shining. 

Happy birthday from us all.