A family we have grown close to in our ward here has a son who recently turned 18. This son has a Cotton Ball phobia, or sidonglobophobia (click here for a definition). Someone made the mistake of telling Phillip this a few months ago. This is what dinner looked like that night:
We had fun for his birthday!
Phillip made him posters.
And bought his favorite drink
And I made some streamers (this is 400 cotton balls sewn together)
The Phillip went to the young mans car and prepped it while he was in seminary. I had to go to work, but there was video.
Not to be completely mean, we designed (and I made) a tie. This young man likes to invent words and his favorite is "RUPP."
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