It was a day for nicknames apparently. As we gathered for Max’s birthday dinner and cake with my brother, sister-in-law, and punkin’ nephew, Max was a little wired. Hard to believe, I know.
Somehow the talk turned to names and she announced simply, “My nickname is Ed.”
Later, we went on a walk, as much to work off a bit of the pizza as to run some energy out of Max before loading her up again on Spiderman cake (yep, that’s my girl) and ice cream.
Max rode down the sidewalk on her Tinkerbell bike and my brother Adam, known to all the kids as Uncle Bubba, rode next to her on Gracie’s cool new off-road bicycle. Max and Uncle Bubba rode along side by side ahead of the rest of us. Suddenly, Adam stops and turns around to ride back to us.
In his very flat, low-key way he says, “I am Meatloaf. She just told me ‘You are my uncle and I will call you Meatloaf.'”
Okay, Meatloaf. Better catch up with Ed.
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.
The World According to Max 