Sunday birthdays are interesting. You wake up and everyone tells you Happy Birthday, but you still have to wear your least favorite tights and be still and listen and be extra helpful until dinner time. Then you have to eat dinner and help clean up from dinner. Then you have to sit still and listen to the Home Teachers give a lesson while all you can think about is the frosted cake calling your name in the kitchen.
And after you sit through church and sit through dinner and sit through the Home Teacher's visit, you still have to sit and wait for Mom to wrap your presents and Dad to light your candles and everyone to sing Happy Birthday to you before you can blow out the candles and eat cake and ice cream and open presents.
Being 5 is so rough.
This year all Jill wanted was a locket and a bike bell. So she got a locket, a jewelery box, some rings and other necklaces, a few headbands and bracelets, and a bike bell. Maybe some day I'll learn to just get the kids what they ask for.
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