HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME (12/28/10)
So this is what happens when you turn 4 years old:
Your dad gets real serious.
People blow things at you.
You have to make your own meal.
(Sometimes the supervisor gets really tough.)
If you do it right, the food is good.
Then there's this:
And these.
Some sugar-and-pizza-fueled party games.
And at the end you get really tight hugs from bundled up people.
And afterwards they strap blades on your feet
and make you move around on frozen water.
(At least that's what happens in Canada on the day you turn 4.)
(With special thanks to my Grandma Gail and Grandpa Walt, and my guests Cyra, Tamir, Ellice and Donna -- you guys really know how to party.)
