Little AK’s birthday was a wild success. I drank good wine, had chocolate cake and heard 15 kids screeching all at once, reminding me I’m no where near ready for parenthood. Luckily I had the foresight to take Advil in advance.
My favorite part of the party took place this morning, long after I’d gone home.
Mrs. AK: “Go get the Hannah Montana doll so I can open it for you.”
Little AK: “I thought Daisy’s Sarah took it home.”
Mrs. AK: “You mean Arlo?”
Little AK: “Oh yeah, I mean Arlo.”
I love the way kids think! I belong to Daisy and not the other way around. And that she didn’t question Arlo stealing her toys, and in fact sort of expected it.