Birthday successfully completed. *whew*
I don’t care for this culture of “spoil ’em rotten,” though. I expressed to friends that Hope wasn’t getting much for her birthday, she just tends to break things and do awful things and then go back to toy-less amusing herself. (so I give her one thing not likely to get smashed in less than a week, then we go make some good memories. I think it’s a good plan.)
Said friends showed up with an exorbitant amount of presents to make up for my lack.
‘Kay, nuff said. Here are a couple gems from my day.
On being told to go get her stuffed rabbit since the magic kit came with a hat, but not a bunny to pull out of it: “Will you be able to get him back? Because I love Easter.”
And later: “I’m glad you’re my mommy. Other mommies talk on the phone all the time.” Apparently that’s what happened at that birthday party a couple weeks ago. Having thrown lots of money at the kids, the adults proceeded to ignore them.
Does it take a genius to figure out where that’s going to end up?