Last week I hosted an August birthday party for our playgroup at the local tot lot. Very simple stuff: a playground, some pitch-in snacks, crowns for the kids to make, and a photo-op board. It was exactly the distraction our playgroup needed in between rain and the hurricane, and on Saturday morning I found myself thankful that we'd been out all Friday morning.
The reason this party was noteworthy is that Lucy may have become convinced she had another birthday, which made her four, which - obviously! - made Peter five. Her excitement and logical progression were too adorable and fascinating to watch for me to stamp out.
(after a discussion about how this party celebrated everyone who had a birthday in August, but people who don't have birthdays in August - namely, Peter - can come)
Lucy: It's my birthday?
Me: We're celebrating your birthday.
Lucy: (hands clapping, face lighting up) It's my BIRTHDAY, Peter! You know what this means? I'm FOUR. And you're FIVE. PETER, you're FIVE!!!!!!!
Peter: (gives me a "what do we do with her" look, tempered with "this goes against everything about the time-space continuum that I've learned to be true, but is it? did we just celebrate two more birthdays?")
Lucy proceeded to call Grammy and tell her the good news. If I'd celebrated two birthdays in three weeks, I'd let the world know too.
(Also of note: I made healthy muffins to share at the party and they were terrible. Really, barely edible. So I stopped at the donut shop in town for some donut holes. How the pendulum swings...)
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