Think pink

Today, TheBoy turns 3. He celebrated by padding into our room and scaling the mountain that is our bed at not-quite 6:30, then breathing his stinky little baby dragon breath fumes on us until we woke up.

"Mommy, Ima, come to my birthday with me."

See, the kid isn't quite sure what a birthday is. He's pretty sure it's some kind of an event, something that clearly requires audience participation and assorted hoopla. Balloons, no doubt. And cake.

Thus, he was a little disappointed when we explained that his party isn't until tomorrow, and that he still had to go to school, and that the biggest excitement of the morning was going to be eating his vitamin.

It helped that when he toddled into the kitchen, he found a big boy bike awaiting him. A pink big boy bike with "L'il Goose" printed on the side in silver letters.

For the record, TheBoy has now received a pink bike and two pink shirts for his birthday. He's pretty much in heaven.