We went to Olive's birthday party. She just turned one years old, but she's like half my size. I think that's because I'm of a freakish size, so I like to think of myself as her protector.
I played around on their grass and did nice to all the dogs that were there and made a mad dash to all the food that was lying around and I played with all new toys and I crawled and I laughed and I poured on the charm.
And when everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to Olive, I tried to sing along, but that's too many syllables to string together. But I clapped. Loudly. And put my hands in the air like I just don't care, but I did.
Happy Birthday, Olive.
No comments:
Post a Comment