You know, you might think that as older parents of an only child, that we would go all out and give Sean one of those over the top birthday parties. If you think that, you would be wrong. So very wrong. And not for the reasons you might think. It’s not because we are taking a stand on rampant materialism and the message it sends or because our ideals are so high. It’s because our energy level is so low.
It takes energy to put on a shindig, energy that could be better spent trying to remember where we put the remote control.
Therefore, Sean got a generic birthday cake upon which I smooshed a small Lightning McQueen car and the “4” candle that was left over from my birthday cake last year. And he was thrilled. And then the next week, when we had to do the cake thing again – I used the same car and the same candle. And he was thrilled again.
That there folks, is the beauty of being four.
Last year, Gigi bought Sean a pair of cowboy boots for his birthday and he was thrilled with them. They just fit. But they wouldn’t for long. So the next week I took them back and exchanged them for the next size. By then he had forgotten about them, so I wrapped them up for Christmas. And guess what? On Christmas morning, he was thrilled with his new boots. Short term memory is cute when you are four. When you are in your forties? Not so cute.
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If I can get the icing off the wheels, I think the Lightning McQueen car will make a nice stocking stuffer.