So, last night I was asking Emma about what she wants on her birthday cake. Didn't I just do all of that? For the last 3 years I have fought the overwhelming urge to combine their birthdays because just when I feel like I can let my hair down, here comes Emma's birthday too.
The poor kid is already destined to a life of hand-me-downs, and I would feel horrible about not putting as much effort in to her birthday... so I persevere. ;)
Anyway, last night I put the baby booger to bed, and after weeks of contemplating her birthday cake decoration request of "balloons", I asked her if there was ANYTHING else she could think of that she would like to put on her cake.
Emma- "I already told you, I want bah-loooons."
Me- "Yeah, I know, but I just can't figure out how to make balloons on your cake that look nice." ( and that don't look like multicolored spermatozoa, I thought to myself wryly)
Emma- "If you don't put bah-loons on my birthday cake, I'm not going to be happy."
Me- My mouth drops open in shock,"Wha?.... Errr, what did you just say?"
Emma- "I SAID, if you don't put bah-loooons on my cake............ I'm not going to be happy with you."
Me- "Pffffffffffffffffffffft, bahahahahahahaha! We'll I don't know what to tell you. Can't you think of anything, ANYTHING else?"
Emma- "Ohhhhh...," she sighs in disgust, "I guess pwincesses."
I have only one thing to say:
Thank God for little princesses. They make life more.... Oh, I don't know. Just more. ;)
Just minutes after posting this, i washed up Emma after she finished her pancakes and eggs. In the kitchen, she says," I said last night if you don't put bah-looons on my cake.... I'm going to be sad."
I laugh while washing her hands,"I thought you said princesses would be OK."
"yeah," she says in a monotone,"that's ok."
I laugh some more, "You don't sound very convinced."