Mo and I were talking today about her upcoming third birthday. She’ll be turning the big three in about two months and has been talking about her party quite a bit lately. I can’t blame her, I guess. She’s gone to several birthday parties already this season. We threw a party/luncheon for Co who baptized yesterday, so that’s also fresh in Mo’s mind. Mo even talks about a birthday party for a little friend that was held last June. It was by no means a rager, but clearly, she had a good time. And I have to laugh, too because this was Morgan when she turned 1 year old. How she became a birthday party invitee and celebrant afficianado is beyond me.
Anyway, every now and then, I indulge Mo and ask her what kind of party she would like or who will be at her party or what kinds of things we should have. Her wants are pretty simple, so I have a feeling we’ll be able to accomodate.
A few weeks ago, she wanted a pink princess kitty party. Earlier in the year she wanted a princess mermaid rainbow party. Last week she wanted a princess Dora (no, please, God), party. Today she wants to have a princess balloon yellow cake party. There’s a recurring theme here, isn’t there. As our family dentist, Dr. Cohen, would say when he found a cavity, Oy vey.
Since she all but beat that idea into my head with her Bee-Bop Band drumsticks, I asked her what kinds of things we should have at her party. Her list, in her order, included:
3. cake
Says Mo, “Then you can clap to celebrate me.”