"We are constantly invited to be who we are." -Henry David Thoreau
We are currently planning Peanut's 6th birthday party. (Sixth?! When the hell did THAT happen?) It'll be a small affair for a movie night at our house. Peanut picked eight girls, because that's her favorite number. Like five year-olds are prone to do, she insisted we stick to the number eight for no other reason than she likes the number. We added two more girls we thought should be included anyway. As her parents, we decided that actual friends of hers shouldn't be excluded simply because of Peanut's stubbornness, OCD, and love for the number eight. Let those things cost her friendships when she's older. Not yet. But ten is our limit. And no parents. I don't need to amuse parents anymore.
We are currently planning Peanut's 6th birthday party. (Sixth?! When the hell did THAT happen?) It'll be a small affair for a movie night at our house. Peanut picked eight girls, because that's her favorite number. Like five year-olds are prone to do, she insisted we stick to the number eight for no other reason than she likes the number. We added two more girls we thought should be included anyway. As her parents, we decided that actual friends of hers shouldn't be excluded simply because of Peanut's stubbornness, OCD, and love for the number eight. Let those things cost her friendships when she's older. Not yet. But ten is our limit. And no parents. I don't need to amuse parents anymore.
