Birthdays are much more fun when the birthday kid is old enough to “get it.” This was the the first year that Bethany understood that it was a special day just for her. She made sure everyone knew it too. Her party was over the weekend, a lovely brunch with the family. Her actual birthday was a Monday, so I had cupcakes for her class at daycare. They were a hit, as expected.
Snack time had just ended when I arrived to pick up my birthday girl. All of her friends showed off their little princess rings that had adorned the tops of the cupcakes only moments before. I asked Beth if she had a fun birthday with her class. She bounced up and down saying “yes, yes, yes!” Sugar high.
“How old are you Bethany?” asked the daycare director, Miss Tonya.
“Three and a half,” answered Beth holding up five fingers.
“Are you three?” Miss Tonya asked.
“Um, yes,” answered Bethany wrinkling her brow.
“Did Bethany have a birthday party?”
“Yes, I did. And I had a pink cake with sugar hearts on it!” Beth answered grinning and proud. Sugar hearts were a big deal. She asked for them for months. Having no idea what she really meant, I improvised and happened to be right.
“Wow!” said Miss Tonya playing right along with her enthusiasm. “Did Max have a birthday?”
The smile vanished from Bethany’s face. She put her hands squarely on her hips, looked Tonya in the eye, and said firmly: “Completely NOT!”
Bethany was not sharing her birthday with anybody. Not even Max.