The best birthday yet
Every 12 minutes from 7 a.m. onward we could anticipate the following question: "Is it time for the party yet?"
Once an hour we were assuring her that it very well might be the BEST BIRTHDAY YET!
Of course we like to hedge the bet by trying to set her expectations low. However, it's near impossible to figure out where the expectations are in the six-year-old set.
What might poop our parties doesn't necessarily phase her.
Her brother running roughshod all over the house.
A washing machine that suddenly decides to stop working and overflows smelly water all over the floor.
A father with no voice. A mother who can't stop sneezing.
She wasn't even deterred that the first guest to arrive couldn't stay.
She's like that, this kid. She takes most everything in stride.
Even when the "barbie" popped out of the cake and it kind of looked like one of Sid's toys from Toy Story, it couldn't dampen the amusement of having a doll-shaped cake.
"It was the best birthday ever!"