People expect you to brush your hair & stuff.
You wake up on your birthday and the hallway is all vandalized. 
Your mother makes you wierd birthday cakes. (It's a horse. No, really. It is.)
And you have nothing else to do but dance all crazy with your sister, whose heart doesn't seem to be in it so much.
At least you get to be all cute & smooshy faced.
(You could at least brush your hair, though. Seriously.)
3 comments:
I adore the horsie-cake - why weren't you around when I turned five?!
Oh, yeah, that was fourth-eight years ago, so...
Dammit mother, stop beating me on the comments.
I KNEW my mom would be all over the donkey....er, horse cake. Just kidding--it's fabulous! My cake this year was a "top hat" for Colin. Because that's what the hell it looked like and don't all five year olds dig top hats?
I love all the pictures--the last is my complete favorite. Apparently Grace is too cool to boogie down with the measly five year olds.
Did my daughter just swear at me via your blog?! Jen, aren't you censoring your blog?! "Shocked, I am, shocked!" (great line from Casablanca, by the way)
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