Real Party?

Jilly Bean brought Zoe the cutest raincoat ever. Ever. Pink, polka dot lining, heart pockets. Adorable.

We had an ice cream cake and a mini party for Zo so Aunt Jill could celebrate with us before leaving in the morning. Zoe was thrilled, but had to mention - over and over - that this wasn't her real party, but pretend. Mr. thinks she was trying to convince us this wasn't a party, just a chance for some ice cream cake and a gift. She needed to make sure this was just the beginning of Birth Month.

Pumped, Zoe ripped into her beautifully wrapped gift and pulled out... the raincoat. And pulled out some tissue paper. And some tissue paper. And turned over the pink bag, shook it, and shoved her little blond head up into overturned bag.

"Um. Jilly Bean. Where my gift?"

"The raincoat, honey!"

"No. My gift. For my birfday."

The card fluttered out of the bag, landing on Zo's feet.

"Yes! A Book! A New Book! I love Books!"

"Sweety, that's your card."

"Dad, dis not my real birfday gift, right?"