I don’t get excited about birthdays. To me they’re just another day that makes me older and another step towards the day when I can’t physically do the things I love to do. Denial has always seemed like the best alternative to celebrating my birthday.
I’m out numbered in this house however. It seems as if Addie and Casey focus on birthdays 365 days a year. Just a few weeks ago, Casey apologized to me because she forgot to get Addie something for her half-birthday. I said, “You don’t need to apologize, the kid doesn’t need anything for her half-birthday because there’s no such thing as a half-birthday.” Casey shook her head at me in frustration.
While driving home from gymnastics summer camp, Addie started talking about what she wanted for her birthday. Here’s how the conversation went:
Addie: “Do you know what I want for my birthday, dad?”
Addie: “I want a Monster High birthday party.”
Addie: “That way we can write on the invitations that everyone who brings me something has to bring me Monster High stuff.”
Me: “Impressive, that’s a very clever idea.”
Addie: “And I want to come home from school and go upstairs while you guys are downstairs.”
Addie: “And I want you to call me downstairs from my room and tell me to sit on the couch.”
Me: “No problem, we can actually do that one tonight.”
Addie: “And I want Taylor Swift to be hiding behind the curtains, and when I sit down she’ll jump out from behind the curtains and we’ll sing together.”
So there you have it. My daughter’s birthday request for this year is to have a Monster High party and Taylor Swift hiding behind our curtains right before breaking out into a surprise in-home concert.
I’ll get right on that.
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