My daughter turned 3 years old yesterday. For her 3rd bday, she got the same thing my ol' man got me. A job. Time to start earning her keep. Those tiny, nimble fingers can really wind a bobbin. 7 cents a piece!
We took her to the carnival on sunday and the zoo yesterday. Really fun. The carnival was amazing, she laughed and yelled her way through all the kiddy rides and while we grabbed a snack she started eyeballing the rides with names like the Freak Out or the Death Knell or Puppy Killer or The Aneurysm, which was always my favorite. Me I like rollercoaters, but the rides that make you dizzy, well, I’m a puker. And I found that out the hard way on something called the sizzler or maybe the rattlesnake. Either way, I managed to puke over the side from 20 feet up. Way to impress a date. No puking for the Peanut though.
The zoo was very nice We saw Silver back Gorillas and a Lion and 2 Tigers . She was a bit of a pain in the ass, as the number one thing on her to do list was the zoo playground. Which was not a spectacular playground. I offered to let her slide down a giraffe's neck, but then a bunch of official looking dudes started milling around and mumbling things like "harassment" and "animal cruelty" and "endangering a child" and "felony." Some people. All they want to do is ruin a little girl's birthday. I'll just lie to her about it later.
As someone once said, "find joy in your children, and make their happiness your happiness. Because once you have kids, your own joy and happiness is over."
Happy birthday, my tiny, perfect, little girl. I love you like crazy and you amaze me every single day.