Friday, May 14, 2010

Out Of The Mouth Of My Babe

Close-up of a teddy bear wearing a party hat

I was in Toys 'R Us the other day with a plan. To throw the most awesome birthday party for my soon-to-be, six-year-old daughter, I had the greatest idea for party favors ever. Forget cheap sunglasses and pinwheels. Not cool. How about snagging a mega-pack of the Littlest Pet Shop figures and tying them to helium balloons? Rock and roll!

And then I saw the price. $30.00 for twenty tiny bits of colored plastic. $20.00 for eight. I couldn’t do it. I told my daughter. We had already cruised through Party City and decided their favors were crap.

So she looked up at me, and said, “Okay, genius, what’s your third plan?”

Did I mention this child is five?

Some mothers might have taken offense. But not me. A joyous, spinning sensation of glee filled my chest. Forget Tiger Woods putting on the Mike Douglas Show at two.Forget Steffi Graff lobbing tennis balls over her couch at three. I have a prodigy—a certified smartass—at the tender age of five! I’m so proud.


  1. Hahaha!! Like mother, like daughter maybe? It's good she can speak her opinion. My daughters waaaay to shy. Probably gets it from me. *Sigh*

    So, what did you end up getting for party favors?


  2. I'm still working on that. Maybe I'll go to Michael's and find some craft the kids can do at the party to take home.


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