Today was my daughter’s 4th birthday. It was a new experience because she was excited about her birthday in a brand-new way.
She would shyly ask me: Is it April 17 yet?
Me: Not until next week.
N: Can next week be almost tomorrow?
She had plans and wishes and hopes for her big day even if she refused to let me call her 4 until today.
Finally, the day came, and we had presents and balloons and decorations waiting for her when she came downstairs.
We got doughnuts for breakfast as we do for all our birthdays.
Everything was going great until I said: Time for school.
Cue hysterical crying.
I thought: She has to go to school. I can’t give in. She might think every day… wait, what is she going to think? Every day is her birthday? She’s in preschool. She’s going to miss hanging up her coat and learning a few letters and a song about frogs. She turns four once EVER. EFF THAT CRAP. (but with more cursing)
So I let her stay home. Oh and her kindergarten brother stay home, too. What? He does third grade math and reads better than most first graders. I would’ve announced today as a holiday I was on such a role. We all need days off. And cake. And celebrating. Y’all could’ve come on over unless anyone has a problem with messy houses and colds because I have both.
I’m so glad my daughter suggested (through many tears) to stay home. I wouldn’t have traded today for anything and neither would my kids.
Happy 4th Birthday, Baby Girl!