Today is the third anniversary of Miss Thing becoming a member of our family which, aside from marrying el Freddo, is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
So. I got the Princess all dolled up in a brand new dress. At her request, I, too, got decked out in heels, dress, diamonds-- the works. This, by the way, should indicate the seriousness with which we party on Gotcha Day. I wear heels for no one but brides nowadays.
We went to the party supply store and filled a basket with all the candies and little knick knacks she could handle, topped off by pearly pink and white balloons.
Then off to the McDonald's WITH THE FISHTANK. (It's a special McD, I'll have you know.) Then a round of hooting an hollering in the McD playland while wearing a very fancy dress, mind you. (I got a rude remark from some other mothers about little girls in fancy dresses at playlands, but managed to avoid giving them the Death Glare. It is, after all, a family holiday.)
Then we sailed off to the Mall to ride the biggest, baddest double-decker merry-go-round of them all. I bought 3 tokens and made it through 2 consecutive rides without ralphing. I decided I'd just save the third token for another day and not push my luck.
Her majesty then was free to examine every jewelry store to her heart's content, run races down the occasional empty Mall hallway, and generally go wild until, finally exhausted, we returned home for nap. And that is where she is right now, sacked out.
I have to confess that I am desperately, pathetically glad that she got tired before the next showing of Alvin and the Chipmunks, which was my fallback plan if she was still going strong in the afternoon. I must be living right.
All in all, a fine Gotcha Day afternoon.
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