Saturday, September 16, 2006
Happy Birthday To You
I was roused at 7:02 by an exuberant yelp from just beyond our bedroom door:
"I LOVE BEING FIVE!"
So began Max's birthday festival, customized by the birthday boy for sheer delight. A telephonic race with Babee to get dressed, first-ever allowance, a sugar cookie, pancakes and french toast for breakfast, a pilgrimmage to the zoo, even the reptile house, a carousel ride, lunch at Chic-Fil-A, where kids can play on an air-conditioned playground rather than being shackled to their seats, games and science experiments and a high-tech plasma car, dinner at Babee and Poppi's house, chocolate cake, a much-desired telescope, and a sleepover with Babee.
Really, what's not to love about being five?
"I LOVE BEING FIVE!"
So began Max's birthday festival, customized by the birthday boy for sheer delight. A telephonic race with Babee to get dressed, first-ever allowance, a sugar cookie, pancakes and french toast for breakfast, a pilgrimmage to the zoo, even the reptile house, a carousel ride, lunch at Chic-Fil-A, where kids can play on an air-conditioned playground rather than being shackled to their seats, games and science experiments and a high-tech plasma car, dinner at Babee and Poppi's house, chocolate cake, a much-desired telescope, and a sleepover with Babee.
Really, what's not to love about being five?
1 Comments:
Happy birthday, Max!
(Why am I not surprised that Max's perfect birthday included a sleepover at Babee's?)
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