|This picture is full of misery.|
Yeah, it kind of is.
Do you know why it's heartbreaking? Do you?
That child had an amazing weekend. Yes, she had to clean her room there at the end of it, but that was not the bulk of her weekend. "What", you may ask, "was the bulk of her weekend?" Well, let's see...
She got to go to her friend's birthday party at the bakery. It was a pretty cool party, she got to whack a pinata.
She didn't mention the pinata in her journal.
It's actually a pretty big deal that she got to go to a party at the bakery. They're almost always for people we don't know, and my kids have to clear out when the party starts. But this time, she got to participate. She even got to make slime with the Ghostbusters. Slime. Ghostbusters.
|"Whatever you do, kids, don't write about this in your journals at school on Tuesday."|
How many other kids in her kindergarten class could journal that tale? Not one. But, hey, writing about your mean mom making you clean your room is fine too.
No, this post isn't over. Not even close. You see, after our friend's party, it was time for another one! "Whose party was it?" you may ask.
My daughter's. Yup, her own birthday party didn't rate a mention.
Immediately following the first party, Vader presented my child with a gift: the sparkly silver high heeled shoes she's been wanting. Of course, Darth Vader giving you sparkly high heels is hardly worth mentioning in a daily journal.
She put on the shoes and the rest of her Frozen get-up and we started the princess portion of the day. Of course her party was not devoid of whimsy. Her BFF, Belle, was there as hostess:
|Decorating cookies with Belle is totally unremarkable, apparently.|
|I even drew that Olaf.|
Elsa sang, Belle sang, stories, friends, presents, even a Ghostbuster... in a tiara. Because princess party, dangit.
|I love this picture.|
Playing with brand new gifts from your friends. With your friends. And Belle. In high heels. What is better than that?
In her defense, she claims she had to write about her mean mom making her clean her room (after working for three months to plan her birthday party) because her teacher had already heard all about the party. She therefore felt like she should impart new information. Sigh.
This will be funny one day, right?