Sweet C. (a.k.a. "Barbie") is 5 years old today.
I woke up this morning and thought I'd make her pancakes, her favorite. After brushing my teeth I went right to the kitchen. C. came in and said, "You didn't wish me Happy Birthday!" and she was right, and that's just like me and my Martha tendencies. I was so focused on making her the pancakes for her birthday I didn't even remember to seek her out to say "Happy Birthday."
Poor kid with a lousy mom.
She forgave me. As it happened, I didn't have any eggs for the pancakes but they turned out ok. C. didn't much like them and asked if I could go to the store and get her a Pepsi instead.