Earlier in the week, I reminded Sean that his third birthday was coming up and I asked him what he would like for his birthday. “Oh, some party hats,” he said. “Is that all?” I asked. “Some balloons too would be nice,” he added. Oh that his desires might always be so simple. It won’t be long before the world will be too much with him, late and soon, as one of my favorite poets, Wordsworth wrote.
So, we have party hats and balloons. And even a gift. As you can see from the picture, I’m kind of the anti-Martha. Wrapping presents is not my specialty. My theory is, and I’m hoping I’m right on this, no one remembers the wrapping. Heck, unless it’s a car most of the time no one even remembers the present by the next day. If I’m wrong, well, that’ll give him one more thing to talk about in therapy. That and the fact his 46-year-old mother was the youngest person at his party.