While giving TD a bath yesterday the subject of my birthday happened to come up. As of Wednesday I will no longer be a Triple Threat but Trente-Quatre. Another year come and gone.
While washing a particularly precious bath toy TD said, “Mommy, your birthday is this week?! I will have to buy you a present. It will be jewelry. A ring. You like rings. Great big ones!”
The kid is so right. I’m like a freakin’ magpie. Oversized cocktail rings from anywhere be it Target, Etsy, H&M, B&R or something nicer I don’t care, I love them. That girl knows her Momma. Too bad she can’t drive.