I started packing another box today for our move to Myrtle Beach. This time it was books that were getting stacked. It was about all I could manage after a wild weekend filled with Daughter #5’s third birthday, basketball games, Sunday school and, of course, SuperBowl Sunday.
The gigantic mouse was all my daughter could talk about ever since we first took her to the kiddie “casino” last year to mark the end of the school year. She had been entranced when the mouse reached out and took her little, tiny hand in his big furry paw – her enormous blue eyes staring in sheer adoration. She was in love. She just had to go there for her next birthday, she pleaded – she couldn’t wait for the games and rides, and most of all – the huge mouse.
And so, that is where she got to go on Saturday night, her third birthday. The noise was ear-splitting, the kids packed wall to wall, my arms filled with tickets won from different games. And, after the hour of playtime ticked by, and the pizza was devoured and massive quantities of soda spilt, the announcement came that the mouse was about to come out to greet the special birthday boys and girls.
That’s when my Birthday Girl freaked!
Vicky...the Northern Chicky 