Small Fry: Mommy, how old are you? Eight?
Me: Yeah, that works. I'm eight.
I'm not, really, but you knew that, I'm sure.
Small [shouting to Hubby]: She's eight!!
If you'll excuse me, birthday cake and ice cream and presents are waiting....
Eight candles. Extra cake for everyone!
ReplyDeleteYup! It was a wonderful 8th birthday!
DeleteHappy Belated Birthday!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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