Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Danny's had three birthday celebrations so far, one Saturday, one Sunday and one last night. According to him, after the festivities on Saturday night, he was two. After coming home from the family party at Grandma's on Sunday, he was two. I asked him again last night after the cousins and their parents left. That was the first time he had shown me three fingers.
The poor kid is going to be either confused, happy or downright mad on Friday when I tell him it's his birthday for real. We'll see. If I had to guess, I'd say mad. He'll protest that he already had his birthday. Maybe he'll be so exhausted from the traveling the day before that he'll just give in and be calm and agreeable. That would be nice. Especially since he'll be done with the terrible twos.
It's all smooth sailing after Friday, right? hee hee hee
Posted by Cathy at 4:17 PM