In Her Own Words
I think Abby's birthday was a success. Donuts for breakfast, lunch with mom, shopping with Dad (who surrendered his American Express card for a fringey blue party dress, sparkly blue tights and twinkly blue shoes), a rousing game of Headbanz with her brothers, and finally a fancy dinner out with dad. At bedtime we cuddled up to read a book of her choice, which unfortunately was the 1961 classic "Life, Love and Sex."
But before she went to bed I asked for Abby's memories of the day because, no matter how I try to instill happy memories in them, they are going to remember what they remember.
So, without further ado, is Abby's birthday, according to Abby:
When mom came in, I wasn't really dreaming about anything ... I woke up because I knew it was my birthday. I turned over and looked and there was my mom and she said she'd carry me downstairs or I could have five more minutes so I chose five more minutes because it was my birthday. Mom woke me up by calling my name and rubbing my back. She carried me downstairs and there was a donut with a candle in it and my mom and brothers sang to me.
On the way to school my mom found a silly song on the radio and sang really loud about my birthday. When everybody was at school they did announcements and I got to go to the office and get my birthday pencil.
At lunchtime I didn't have a lunch but my mom showed up. She had a sandwich. I ate a cheeseburger and ice cream. I went back to class and did some work. I had to go to the office for a Band-Aid. My dad showed up to take me shopping. We went to the mall. We ate some candy. We ate Jamba Juice and bought clothes. When I got home everybody was celebrating. I opened my presents. I got a lot of things I wanted. I played with my FlutterBye fairy and Headbanz with my brothers. I went on a date with my dad. We ate pizza. They say happy birthday and gave me more presents. I came home and had cookies and watched TV. My birthday was fantastic. Next year I want a puppy. I liked that everyone was together and no one threw a fit. I didn't like that Jake was throwing a fit.
I think my birthday was the best ever because my dad picked me up early and my mom had lunch with me and it was just the best time ever.
But before she went to bed I asked for Abby's memories of the day because, no matter how I try to instill happy memories in them, they are going to remember what they remember.
So, without further ado, is Abby's birthday, according to Abby:
When mom came in, I wasn't really dreaming about anything ... I woke up because I knew it was my birthday. I turned over and looked and there was my mom and she said she'd carry me downstairs or I could have five more minutes so I chose five more minutes because it was my birthday. Mom woke me up by calling my name and rubbing my back. She carried me downstairs and there was a donut with a candle in it and my mom and brothers sang to me.
On the way to school my mom found a silly song on the radio and sang really loud about my birthday. When everybody was at school they did announcements and I got to go to the office and get my birthday pencil.
At lunchtime I didn't have a lunch but my mom showed up. She had a sandwich. I ate a cheeseburger and ice cream. I went back to class and did some work. I had to go to the office for a Band-Aid. My dad showed up to take me shopping. We went to the mall. We ate some candy. We ate Jamba Juice and bought clothes. When I got home everybody was celebrating. I opened my presents. I got a lot of things I wanted. I played with my FlutterBye fairy and Headbanz with my brothers. I went on a date with my dad. We ate pizza. They say happy birthday and gave me more presents. I came home and had cookies and watched TV. My birthday was fantastic. Next year I want a puppy. I liked that everyone was together and no one threw a fit. I didn't like that Jake was throwing a fit.
I think my birthday was the best ever because my dad picked me up early and my mom had lunch with me and it was just the best time ever.
posted by Romine Family at 8:35 PM
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