Poor Willow. She told me for weeks that she wanted to go to Chuckie cheeze for her birthday. I realized, as she shook with terror and screamed “I GO HOME NOW!” over and over while the other kids hung out with what we call “the big rat,” that since some of her siblings pick to go there for their parties she thinks that’s just what you do on your birthday.
The family party at home later was more her speed, but really pretty boring, I’m afraid. Oh well. The cake was good and she got a new playhouse. Photos to follow if the camera will behave.
The pseudo-springtime is over and now it’s going to be windy and rainy all week. I shouldn’t complain, really, but it feels a little bit like going back to fake maple syrup on your pancakes because the real stuff isn’t available. You know?