One of my birthday presents from Steve and Josie, in the usual too-cool wrapping:
(Always with the custom-made, that Steve of mine!)
(I held off on unwrapping it for a very, very long time. About fifteen hours.)
Josie is ready to go to the party my dear friends held for me on Friday night:
Where there was cake...
(and where there is cake, there are toddler fingers poking in it. It is THE LAW.)
And dancing...
(on third floor deck, up against the sky, with party lights. Fantastic!)
And then leftover cake for breakfast yesterday...
(the breakfast of Birthday Girls everywhere!)
And the present was cute new shoes! Always an excellent present. No doubt.
M: Hi Boo. How do you like my present?
B: They are shoes.
M: Well, anything you haven't fouled yet is a good present.
B: I gave you a present.
M: You did? I missed it. (glances around nervously)
B: This morning. I gave you claw squeezies on your arm and chewed your hair. My presence.
M: I was supposed to be sleeping in. You woke me up. I am allergic to you, and I got hives and had to run for my inhaler. You are confusing presence with a present.
B: I am not. I was there and did not wash my privates as I normally do on your bed.
M: You are confusing the absence of misbehaviour with good behaviour. You are confusing the lack of repellent behaviour with being pleasant. Actually, you might be confusing being pleasant with giving a present.
B: Actually, you are now confusing my presence with my attention. I am only here because I thought I heard you shake the Pounce can.
M: No, but I did put some food in your bowl. You are confusing obligation with affection.
B: No, you are just confused.
M: You have a way of bringing that out, Boo Boo.
B: It is one of my gifts. A gift is like a present! You're welcome. Happy Birthday.
M: Thank you. I think.
