Baby girl had big plans. She went to sleep knowing she was two, with the huge anticipation waking fresh in the AM to be three. But when she awoke, she cried. I asked what's wrong. She said "I'm not big! I want to be tall, tall, tall!" She's so ahead of her time, already devising Hollywood plots for Tom Hanks.
The tears quickly dried when she slapped on her 'birthday girl' underwear and spied the pink frosted cupcakes baked for her class. My lady appreciates a good birthday serenade.
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