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Daycare Birthday Party


My birthday is smack dab in the middle of the summer, so I never got to take treats for all of my friends at school.  I think my mom and dad secretly planned to birth all of us in the summer so that they would never have to buy cupcakes for classmates. 


Actually, back in the day parents made cupcakes.  You can't do that now.  There are too many weird allergies, anxious parents, sue-crazy people and general sickos out there that it's not safe.  Of course you still want to lavish your kids with attention on his/her birthday, so you have to hightail it to Wal-Mart to buy something pre-packaged.  I'm sure in ten years that will be outlawed too because we'll have dicovered that all of the preservatives in prepackaged food can kill you...oh wait....


Anyway, Eli wanted Oreos.  That's what he got.  It was fast, cheap and easy.  He loved all the attention, and I'm pretty sure he moved up a few notches on the popularity bar at daycare.  Haha!


His actual birthday isn't until tomorrow, but it was fun showering him with attention and a special treat.  Every kids deserves some special treatment on their birthday.  I just can't believe that this marks the number FOUR!


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